She had spent weeks planning that luncheon, boasting to her friends about how the Ralston family was funding the new wing of the museum.

She had sneered at Ruby and Hazel, telling them they would never marry into families as prestigious as theirs.

“She has invited fifty people,” Graham said, his voice cracking. “She bought a ten-thousand-dollar designer gown. She’s paying for the entire event with the corporate card.”

“That card is tied to the account secured by Vanguard’s fake guarantees,” I said.

“Yes,” Graham admitted, looking down at his lap. “But if you just let the transfer go through today, the card will clear. We can settle this next week.”

“No,” I said.

I looked at Vance.

“Arthur, do we have the formal revocation papers ready?”

“We do,” Vance said.

He pulled a document from his own folder and slid it in front of me.

“Once you sign this, all associations between Vanguard and Mr. Ralston’s entities are severed,” Vance said. “The bank will have to freeze his accounts immediately to protect their remaining funds.”

Sterling nodded in agreement.