Grace closed her briefcase with a sharp click of the brass latches.

“I will wait in my car down by the main gate,” Grace said.

“If you find the ledger files or the digital transfer logs, take photos with your phone.”

“Do not try to download them onto a flash drive; Harrison’s system might have a tracking program that flags external devices.”

“Just use your camera.”

“I understand,” I said.

“Be careful, Vivian,” Matteo said, his voice laced with concern.

“Harrison is still in the main hall with his mother.”

“Beatrice has invited the board members to the library for after-dinner drinks.”

“They will be right above you, and the floors are thin in the old wing.”

I nodded, my chest tightening at the thought of Beatrice.

She was a formidable woman who would protect her family’s reputation at any cost.

If she caught me in the lower levels, she would not hesitate to call the private security team.

“I’ll go through the old pantry passage,” I said.

“It connects directly to the basement corridor.”

“No one uses it because of the damp.”