“You forged his initials on the transfer deeds,” I said, keeping my voice quiet, almost gentle.

Daniel smiled, but his eyes remained flat and dark.

“A signature is just ink, Emily,” he said. “The board needed a transition plan, and I gave them one.”

“And the eight million dollars that disappeared from the charity foundation?” I asked.

“That was a loan,” he said. “It was fully documented.”

“Documented where?” I asked. “In the ledger you keep in the safe at the penthouse?”

“You don’t know anything about the ledger,” he said.

“I know Clara Bennett helped you move the money,” I said.

Daniel paused, his hand dropping to his side.

He looked at me for a long moment, as if trying to read my expression in the dim light of the studio.

“Clara is a partner,” he said.

“Clara is a thief,” I said. “Just like you.”

“Be careful,” Daniel said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You are speaking about the woman who controls forty percent of your father’s former holdings.”

“Only because you gave them to her,” I said.