“And this is the signed deposition from the notary, who admits she was paid fifty thousand dollars to stamp the document in my absence.”

The board members began to murmur, their faces turning pale under the fluorescent lights.

Patricia did not flinch, her expression remaining as cold and smooth as marble.

She picked up her gold fountain pen and tapped it slowly against her palm.

“A simple administrative error,” Patricia said smoothly. “Our legal team can resolve a clerical mistake with the bank within twenty-four hours.”

“It wasn’t an error, Patricia,” Elena said. “It is first-degree forgery and bank fraud.”

Elena pulled out a larger folder, bound in thick black plastic.

“These are the wire transfers from Claire’s software holding company,” Elena said.

She distributed copies to every board member around the table, the papers sliding across the wood.

“On four separate occasions over the last eighteen months, funds were diverted,” Elena explained.

“The accounts they went into were dummy corporations registered in Delaware,” I said.

“And who owns those Delaware corporations?” Harrison asked, his voice barely a whisper as he stared at his mother.