He looked tired.

“I cannot have the federal government freezing our construction assets,” Caleb said.

“Grant lied to me about the equity,” he added.

“He told me you signed off on the security collateral.”

“He forged my name to secure the extra twelve million,” I said.

Caleb took a sip of his black coffee.

“I have the deciding vote on the board,” Caleb said.

“I want to remove Grant as managing partner.”

“I will take his place,” I said.

Caleb looked at Diane, then back at me.

“You designed the entire layout,” Caleb said.

“The brand belongs to you anyway.”

“It does,” I said.

“We sign the papers tomorrow,” Caleb said.

The news of Grant’s arrest broke the following morning.

A local reporter captured a photo of him in handcuffs outside the Harbor Point leasing office.

His hair was messy.

His expensive linen shirt was wrinkled.

Lila Monroe was not in the photograph.

She had left her apartment at the marina by noon.

She called my office three times trying to negotiate her contract.

I answered the final call.

“My face is on all the marketing materials, Vivian,” Lila said.