“I need everyone to remain calm,” the officer said, pulling out his notepad.

“Now, who owns this property?”

Before anyone could answer, the glass door opened again.

A wet umbrella dripped onto the floor.

Caleb Rhodes walked into the lobby.

He wasn’t wearing his baseball cap anymore.

He was in a dark gray suit, looking like the board member he was.

“I do,” Caleb said.

“This building is owned by Rhodes Development.”

He looked at the officer, then at Grant’s lawyer.

“And these ladies are my guests.”

The officer lowered his notepad.

“Mr. Rhodes?”

“Yes,” Caleb said. “And I would like to report a break-in at my corporate office.”

He pointed at Grant’s lawyer.

“By that man.”

The lawyer took a step back, his face turning pale.

“This is a private legal matter,” the lawyer said.

“Not anymore,” Caleb replied.

He turned to me and offered his arm.

“Vivian, your car is waiting.”

“Where?” I asked.

“The board meeting has been moved to the yacht,” Caleb said.

“And it starts now.”

I looked at Diane, who gave me a quick nod.