“When you say it like that, it sounds less charming.”
“It is less charming.”
Fair.
I sat back.
“Then tell me what you know.”
They knew enough to frighten me.
Three months earlier, someone using a Cedarline administrative login downloaded corporate organizational documents.
Ownership certificates.
Operating agreements.
Signature samples.
Property schedules.
The user account belonged to my executive assistant, Ana Morales.
But the login happened at 2:13 in the morning.
Ana was sixty-two and considered 9:30 p.m. an act of rebellion.
She had already told investigators she was asleep.
Two weeks later, an amendment appeared in a lender file claiming Trevor had been appointed managing successor of Cedarline Capital if I became unavailable.
I had never created such an amendment.
My signature appeared at the bottom.
Martin’s was there as witness.
Daniel pointed to it.
“Did you sign this?”
“No.”
“Did you ever discuss appointing Trevor as successor?”
“No.”
“Did Martin?”
