“You look rested,” she said, pulling off her gloves.

“I slept before the storm.”

Diane smiled. “Good. Because Victor’s attorney is already demanding an emergency hearing. He claims you froze the accounts out of revenge.”

I took the folder. “Can he prove legal access?”

“No. That’s the beautiful part. The company restructuring you approved last month placed operational control under the Whitaker Family Trust. Victor signed it himself.”

“He thought it was tax planning,” I said.