“The venue selection was never about social status,” I said.

Brenda shook her head.

“It was a trap to gain administrative control over your commercial leases.

If they got their hands on the hotel venue management accounts, they could bleed the revenue directly into Kingsley Timber.”

I stood up and walked to the office window.

The streets below were full of morning commuters holding coffee cups and leather briefcases.

They were rushing to their own jobs, completely unaware of the corporate theft sitting on the desk behind me.

Brandon had brought Samantha home to meet us in June.