His expression changed, the panic hardening into something cold and calculating.

“I didn’t handle the filing,” Grant said, his voice loud enough for the microphone on the table to pick up.

“My assistant, Lila Monroe, managed all of the documentation for the Maribel project.”

Lila froze, her mouth slightly open.

“Grant?” she said, her voice high and thin.

“She brought me the signed deed,” Grant continued, pointing a finger at her. “She told me Vivian had signed it in her office.”

“That is a lie!” Lila screamed, her face turning red.

“She had sole access to the filing cabinet,” Grant said, stepping back from her as if to distance himself.

“If there was a forgery, Lila is the one who orchestrated it.”

Lila stared at him, her eyes wide with absolute shock.

The silence in the room was thick.

Then, my phone in my hand vibrated.

It was another text from Diane, who was standing just outside the glass door.

I looked down at the screen, the blue light reflecting on my face.

The door to the conference room began to open.