“That is impossible,” she said, her voice cracking slightly before she regained her composure. “That document is a forgery.”

“It has the original watermark, Mother,” Nathan said, his voice remarkably calm. “And the signature is notarized by the state supreme court representative from forty years ago.”

“My father-in-law would never leave the majority of his company to a housekeeper’s family,” Eleanor hissed.

“He knew what your husband was planning to do to the company,” I said, looking up from the paper. “He knew he couldn’t trust his own son with the legacy.”

“You know nothing about this family,” Eleanor said, her eyes flashing with anger.

“I know he wanted someone who understood the value of hard work to hold the deciding vote,” I said.

She stared at the document in my hands, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“This changes nothing,” Eleanor said, turning toward the door. “You will never leave this building with those papers.”

“We are in a public bank, Eleanor,” Nathan said. “You cannot stop us.”

“Watch me,” she said, pulling a sleek black smartphone from her purse.