Arthur Vance reached into his leather binder one last time and took out a brass key fob attached to a heavy stamped metal tag.

He set it on the white tablecloth right beside Victoria’s crystal wine glass.

“This is the master key to the main house gates and all the corporate storage facilities,” Arthur said crisply.

“Miss Avery Sterling is now in full physical and legal possession.”

Victoria’s hand shook as she reached for her glass, her fingers slipping on the thin crystal stem.

The glass tipped over, sending dark red wine across the bright white tablecloth toward her lap, but she didn’t move to wipe it up.