“Let her call,” Nathan said, spinning the steering wheel.

“Her influence ends tomorrow.”

He drove down the long, paved driveway, the tires throwing up sprays of water.

We passed through the massive iron gates of the estate, leaving the stone walls behind.

The road ahead was dark, winding through the woods of Greenwich.

“What is the plan now?” Johnny asked from the back seat.

He was still holding his phone, his thumb tapping the screen.

“I’ve got the recording saved in three different folders,” he said.

“And I sent a copy to our email addresses.”

“Good,” Nathan said, looking at Johnny in the rearview mirror.

“That recording is our leverage.”

“With that, and the original will, we have everything we need.”

“I am calling an emergency meeting of the board for tomorrow morning.”

“We will present the will and the footage of Eleanor’s security team.”

“They cannot ignore this.”

“The board members are terrified of a public scandal.”

“When they see her ordering guards to physically assault us to steal a legal document, they will vote to remove her.”

“And the will?” I asked.