“My God, Grant,” Arthur whispered. “The entire capital campaign fund is gone.”

“It’s not gone,” Grant said, his chest heaving. “It was a temporary loan. It was going to be replaced.”

“You used my father’s legacy to pay off your personal debts,” I said, my voice steady despite the anger burning in my chest.

“And you used foundation funds to purchase your mother’s condominium,” Lorna added.

Deputy Director Miller set the papers down and looked at the two men sitting next to her.

“This is far beyond an administrative restructuring,” Miller said.

“We need to call a full board meeting immediately,” Arthur said, his hand trembling as he set the audit down.

“There is no time for a formal notice, Arthur,” Lorna said. “We have a quorum right here in this room.”

“We need the other members,” Arthur protested.

“I have them on a conference line,” Lorna said, pulling her phone from her pocket.

Grant moved toward the door, his movements frantic.

“I am going to get my lawyer,” Grant said, his hand reaching for the brass handle.

“I wouldn’t leave the building if I were you, Mr. Caldwell,” Miller said.