Parcel 402-B was the entire seventeen-million-dollar lakefront property we were sitting on.

The document was written so that signing away my fifteen percent corporate share would also execute an irrevocable transfer of the whole lake house straight into Brandon’s defaulted development company.

At the bottom of page three, there was no signature line for the estate lawyer, Arthur Vance, only a blank notary box registered to Brandon’s own firm.

“Who drafted this parcel description, Brandon?” I asked, keeping my voice flat.

“Our firm’s lead attorney in Richmond,” Brandon said, leaning back and forcing a quick laugh.