The leather notary ledger slid across the fiberglass, stopping at Grant’s feet.

He looked down at the book, then at me, his face twisted in disbelief.

“You’re insane,” he whispered.

I stood up, the rain soaking through my clothes, and looked him in the eye.

“I’m the woman who built this empire, Grant,” I said, wiping the wet hair from my face.

“And I am not letting you sail away with it.”

The door to the main cabin opened wide, and the board members looked out at us.

In the center of the cabin stood Lila, holding the master deed in her hands.

She looked at me, then at the ledger on the floor.

The yacht turned into the open channel, heading out into the dark, stormy sea.

My phone lit up in my pocket, the screen glowing bright through the wet fabric.

It was a notification from the county land registry office.

*Notice of Ownership Transfer Approved.*

I stared at the screen as the boat pitched violently against the first ocean wave.

I wiped the salt water from my eyes.