He didn’t answer me.

He tapped the notification, and a live tracking map of a wire transfer appeared on the screen.

“What’s wrong, Daniel?” my mother asked, her voice trembling.

My father looked up from the screen, his eyes locking onto hers.

“The offshore account,” my father said. “Someone is draining it right now.”

“Freeze it,” my father said into the phone, his thumb tapping the speaker button.

“Freeze every corporate account and credit line tied to Martin’s division, Ethan. Now.”

“On it,” Ethan replied.

“Daniel, you can’t do this!” my mother screamed, her voice cracking as she took a step toward him.

“That money is ours!”

“It belongs to Whitaker Construction,” I said, stepping between her and my father.

She glared at me, her eyes cold and sharp.

“Be quiet, Sophie,” she hissed.

“You don’t know anything about business.”

“I know what stealing looks like,” I said.

My father didn’t look up from his phone.

He watched the blue progress bar on the screen, his face a mask of stone.

“Ethan,” my father said.

“Did you block the offshore routing numbers?”