“He tried to send it to a personal account registered in Delaware.”

“Is that his account?” I asked.

“It is registered to a holding company,” Sarah said.

“The sole officer listed on the registry is Sophia Vance.”

My chest tightened, but I did not cry.

The betrayal was a physical weight, cold and heavy in my chest.

“What happens to his company now?” I asked.

“It is locked tight,” Sarah said.

“He cannot pay his vendors, he cannot pay his rent, and he cannot pay himself.”

She slid another file folder toward me.

“But that is not the only thing the freeze turned up.”

I opened the folder.

The pages inside were spreadsheets, dense with numbers and bank routing codes.

“Our forensic accountant, Marcus, spent the night going through the preliminary disclosures,” she said.

I stared at the rows of figures, my eyes straining in the fluorescent light.

“What am I looking at?” I asked.

“This is the restructuring paperwork from eighteen months ago,” Sarah said.

“The period when Daniel claimed the business was failing and needed your inheritance to survive.”