“He forgot to lock it before the dinner guests arrived for the gala.”

Grace looked at me, her expression hard and assessing.

“If she is telling the truth, Vivian, this gives us exactly what we need to halt the asset transfer.”

“But you will have to go down there yourself.”

“I can’t accompany you into the private quarters without triggering the silent alarm.”

“My legal standing only covers me in the common areas of the estate as your counsel.”

I looked at the paper on the desk.

The ink was dry on Grace’s signature, waiting for Sloane’s.

“Sign it,” I told Sloane.

Sloane grabbed the pen and scribbled her name at the bottom of the page.

Her hand shook so violently that the tail of the last letter drifted off the line.

“Is that it?” Sloane asked, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

“Am I safe from the lawsuit?”

“If the code works,” Grace said, sliding the document back into her leather briefcase.

“If we find that the trust transfer has been initiated from that terminal, this agreement holds.”