“I didn’t sign anything.”

Vance paused, his sharp eyes searching my face through his thick wire-rimmed glasses.

“Don’t sign anything today, Avery,” Vance said, lowering his voice until it was barely more than a whisper.

“Not a loan guarantee, not a corporate waiver, not an administrative update.”

“What is Brandon trying to do?” I asked.

“Brandon is trying to find four million dollars before the bank’s enforcement division moves in,” Vance said, tapping his brass pen once on the edge of the desk.

“As your late father’s corporate trustee, I’m telling you to keep your hands off those loan documents.”