“Vivian, it’s Caleb Rhodes,” the voice said.

My heart missed a beat.

Caleb Rhodes was the primary investment partner for the entire Harbor Point development.

He held forty-nine percent of the voting shares, and his decision would determine who kept the project.

“Caleb,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on Grant’s furious face.

Grant froze when he heard the name.

The arrogant smile faded from his lips.

“I’m watching the stream, Vivian,” Caleb said quietly.

“I need you to tell me right now if what Lila is saying is true.”

I looked at Grant, whose eyes were now wide with a different kind of fear.

“Every word of it is true, Caleb,” I said into the receiver.

The silence on the line stretched for five agonizing seconds.

Then, Caleb spoke.

“I’m calling an emergency board meeting for nine o’clock tomorrow morning,” Caleb said.

“I want you there, Vivian.”

“And I want your lawyer.”

“What about Grant?” I asked.

“Grant is finished,” Caleb said.

I slowly lowered the phone from my ear, the screen still glowing in my hand.

Grant took a step toward me, his hands curling into fists.