“If the company clears five million dollars next quarter, you don’t see a nickel.

It all goes into the blind trust for the twins until they turn twenty-one.”

“That’s the whole point of writing it,” I said.

I turned to the first signature line on the master transfer document.

I smoothed the heavy parchment flat with my right hand and signed my name neatly on the line.

I flipped to the next page and signed again, keeping my hand firm.

Fifteen separate vehicle titles for the heavy haulers, four land deeds for the dispatch lots and the master corporate charter.