Grace let out a soft, dry laugh.

Both Margaret and I looked at her.

Grace picked up the piece of paper Margaret had slid across the desk, folded it neatly, and tossed it into the recycling bin beside her chair.

“Mrs. Whitmore, you seem to think you are holding the high cards here,” Grace said.

“I know what cards I hold, Ms. Monroe,” Margaret replied coldly.

“I don’t think you do,” Grace said.

She reached into her drawer and pulled out a thick, blue-backed document.

“You came here to bypass Adrian because you know he is a liability to the family trust,” Grace continued.

“Adrian’s personal life is his own affair,” Margaret said. “The trust is secure.”

“Is it?” Grace asked.

She opened the blue folder, revealing a series of scanned documents with bright red highlighted sections.

“What is that?” Margaret asked, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the papers.

“These are the draft copies of the third amendment to the Whitmore Family Trust, dated six months ago,” Grace said.

I looked at Grace, my heart skipping a beat.