My hand shook slightly as I lifted my coffee cup.

The liquid inside had gone cold, a dark circle reflecting the grey light from the window.

“My father’s legacy trust is protected by a dual-signature clause,” I said.

My voice sounded hollow in the quiet hotel suite.

“He must have forged my signature, or used an old power of attorney,” Julian said.

He leaned forward, his hand tightening around his silver pen.

Priya’s fingers flew across her mechanical keyboard.

The plastic keys clicked in a rapid, frantic rhythm that filled the room.

“I am tracking the routing path now,” Priya said.

“It is going through a correspondent bank in Zurich first.”

“Then it splits into three separate accounts.”

I leaned closer to the monitor, the heat from the laptop warming my face.

On the screen, a series of transaction drafts appeared in amber text.

“They are all shell companies,” I said, reading the names aloud.

“Vanguard Hospitality LLC, Crestview Holdings, and Aurelia Group.”

“Look at the registration dates,” Julian muttered.

“They were all incorporated within the last six months.”

Priya clicked a link to the Delaware corporate registry.