“Perfectly. I’ll bring some routine documents home Friday. You’ll just need to sign.”

I looked at the photo on my screen — Sebastian, smiling, beside the forged authorization. “I’ll have a pen ready.” He chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

Chapter 5 — The Trap

The trust’s emergency clause quietly stripped Sebastian’s authority over Ashford Aviation.

Our bank flagged the offshore account from my recording, and forensic investigators started walking back through six years of transactions.

They found it fast: Sebastian had been routing company funds into a shell corporation controlled by the woman from the lounge — Selene Voss.

Ashford money had bought her townhouse, paid Theo’s school fees, financed the vacations, covered the jewelry.