He stared at the county seal stamped on the front page.

“This firm owns every foot of travertine under your chair, Mr.

Kingsley,” Brenda said.

Samantha dropped her phone flat onto the table.

“What is she talking about, Brandon?” Samantha asked.

Brandon shook his head slowly.

“I have no idea what they mean,” he said.

“They mean your father holds the master lease,” Douglas muttered.