Daniel stared at Lena. “They can’t.”
“They did.”
“And my shares?”
“Still yours,” Lena said, “subject to the company’s clawback provisions and whatever the investigation determines.”
The mansion fell eerily quiet.
Daniel looked at me in disbelief. “You could have warned me.”
“I warned you for years. Every time I told you a contract was reckless. Every time I told you Claire’s vendors needed review. Every time I told you not to mix personal fights with company money. You called me paranoid.”
Claire retreated a step.
Daniel turned toward her. “Did your brother submit those invoices?”
Her expression tightened. “You approved them.”
They started arguing in the driveway, blaming each other, while Vivian stood between them demanding silence.
I watched without speaking.
Then the new owner’s representative arrived with a property manager to arrange Friday’s handover.
Vivian glanced at the strangers before facing me.
“Where am I supposed to go?”
