They startled and looked up.

But I was already gone, moving for the elevator, a cold dread coiling in me.

A collateral guarantee.

My father had not just borrowed my company’s name.

He had forged my signature to put my entire life’s work — the mobility of thousands of patients — on the block to save his sinking social standing.

And if the project failed, which it was going to, I would lose Vireo forever.