“I have the receipts for all of them.”

“Paid for with funds drawn from the Whitaker-Crane operating account.”

Elliot looked at Graham, his expression shifting from shock to a cold, professional distance.

The friendship they had shared for fifteen years seemed to evaporate in the space of a single breath.

“Graham,” Elliot said, his voice flat. “Is this true?”

“Elliot, she’s exaggerating,” Graham said quickly, stepping toward his partner.

“It’s a marital dispute.”

“It’s a leverage play for the divorce.”

“It’s not a divorce play, Graham,” I said.

“It’s a foreclosure.”

Robert opened his briefcase and pulled out a neat stack of white papers, bound by a blue legal backer.

He handed them to Elliot.

“These are the certified copies of the debt acquisition,” Robert said.

“Along with the default notice.”

“The covenants of the line of credit were breached the moment the unauthorized offshore transfers occurred.”

Elliot took the papers, his fingers gripping the edges tightly.

He didn’t read them immediately; he just stared at the top page, his eyes scanning the signatures.

“This is a disaster,” Elliot muttered.

“It doesn’t have to be, Elliot,” I said.