She spent every weekend there, drinking gin and tonic on the deck while she managed the family’s crumbling empire.

“She sat in her living room and traded my life work for twenty million dollars,” I said.

My hands began to tremble, and I clenched them into fists.

“Look at where the funds went,” Elena said, turning to the next document.

It was a bank wire transfer receipt.

The recipient was not Voss Holdings’ primary operating account.

Instead, the money had been sent to a shell company registered in Delaware called Blue Spruce Enterprises.

“Do you know this company?” Elena asked.

“No,” I said. “I’ve never heard of it.”

Elena made a quick note on her pad.

“We will run a search on the Delaware registry tomorrow morning,” she said. “But I would bet my career Patricia is the sole shareholder.”

“Can we prove I didn’t authorize this?” I asked.

“Yes,” Elena said. “But it will take time.”

She looked at me, her eyes dead serious.

“The private equity firm in Chicago won’t wait for a forensic audit,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.