I went downstairs alone.

Victor stood beneath the chandelier holding a folder, as though he expected the lobby to become another boardroom.

“You’ve allowed outsiders to go through confidential family business,” he said.

“This has to stop before the newspapers get hold of it.” I asked if he was concerned about Chloe.

“I am concerned about all of us,” he replied.

“The foundation supports hundreds of families.

You’re threatening its existence over a misunderstanding.”