She caught my eye and gave a subtle, frantic shake of her head.

I paused near the mahogany umbrella stand, letting Helen walk ahead toward the grand staircase.

“Emma,” Dina whispered, leaning over the desk as soon as Helen was out of earshot.

“What is it, Dina?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

“Mr. Caldwell has been in his office since six this morning,” she said, her fingers nervously tapping a stack of message slips.

“He sent couriers to all the board members.”

“What kind of couriers?”

“Hand-delivered notices for an emergency meeting,” Dina said.

“He called it an urgent asset preservation vote.”

“He’s trying to liquidate,” I murmured, the reality of it setting in.

“He’s already got the movers scheduled for tomorrow morning to clear out the archives downstairs,” she whispered.

A cold sweat broke out across my collarbone.

The archives contained fifty years of original ledger books and real estate deeds.

If Grant cleared them out, any physical trace of the diverted funds would vanish.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Marcus Reid.

He answered on the second ring, his voice sharp and alert.