I pointed a finger at the third paragraph on the second page.

“I made you sign a personal promissory note secured by the assets of Carter Holdings LLC,” I said.

“That LLC was just a shell,” Daniel muttered, his fingers clutching the edge of the paper.

“It is the shell that owns every square foot of this property,” I said.

Richard stood up, his joints popping in the quiet room.

“Let me see that,” he demanded, reaching across the table.

I did not stop him as he snatched the document from Daniel’s limp hand.

Sophia shifted on the sofa, her knees knocking together under her short skirt.

“Daniel, what is she talking about?” Sophia asked.

“She’s bluffing,” Daniel said, though his voice lacked any conviction.

“I don’t bluff, Daniel,” I said. “You missed the third consecutive quarterly payment on that private note last Tuesday.”

I tapped the red corporate seal on the document.

“According to section nine, default automatically triggers a transfer of fifty-one percent of the voting shares of Carter Holdings LLC to the lender,” I said.

“To me.”