“Vivian, stop this,” he whispered, blocking his microphone with a trembling hand.

“We can discuss administrative errors in private.”

“This is not the place to air personal grievances.”

I stepped back, keeping the microphone raised to my lips.

“It is not a personal grievance, Grant,” I said.

“It is grand theft.”

At table four, Diane Cho pressed another key on her laptop.

The screen behind us shifted again, the deed disappearing.

A series of bank ledger sheets appeared, stamped with the logo of Ashford Mutual.

“These are the wire transfer records for the initial grading phase of The Maribel,” I told the room.

“Six million dollars was authorized from my mother’s private trust to pay the excavation contractors.”

“But the contractors never received those funds.”

“Instead, the money was routed through a domestic clearinghouse.”

I watched Caleb Rhodes at table two.

He leaned forward, his hands clasped under his chin, his gaze locked on the financial routing numbers.

The screen zoomed in on a recipient entity named Lumina Consulting LLC.

“Lumina Consulting was registered in Delaware three months ago,” I said.

“Its sole corporate officer is Lila Monroe.”