“It is official,” Diane said.

“As of three o’clock today, Vivian is the sole managing partner of the Harbor Point development.”

“Not Whitmore,” I said.

“Use my maiden name on the public registry.”

“Vivian Ashford.”

I turned to Caleb.

“The first order of business is the naming rights,” I said.

“The main entrance and the west residential wing will be officially registered tomorrow.”

“We are naming it the Maribel Ashford Wing,” I said.

“In honor of the woman who actually funded the land acquisition thirty years ago.”

Caleb nodded slowly.

“I will instruct the marketing team to pull down all the current signs,” Caleb said.

“And Lila’s face?” I asked.

“The billboards on the highway come down tonight,” Caleb replied.

Lila let out a small, sharp sob and stood up.

She grabbed her coat and walked quickly toward the door, not looking back.

Grant remained seated, staring at the empty table.

“You won’t get away with this,” Grant whispered.

“The bank will still call the primary construction loan.”

“The bank has already agreed to a restructuring,” Diane said.

“Now that you are no longer associated with the entity.”