“You won’t get the company,” Emma’s voice whispered on the recording, a sudden, steely defiance cutting through her pain.

“I called my grandfather’s lawyer.

I know about the shares.”

There was the sound of shattering glass on the tape, followed by a heavy thud.

“You stupid bitch,” Evan hissed through the speakers.

“You really think you’re going to live long enough to sign anything?”

The recording cut off with a sharp, digital click.