Daniel’s voice: “And the little maid?”

Then hers: “Fire her. She looks at him like he still matters.”

Vanessa stumbled backward, and the white dress suddenly looked like a shroud.

I clicked the remote again.

Two projector screens came down behind me. The emails, blown up in high definition. The forged guardianship petition. The offshore transfer receipts. The bought neurologist’s name in yellow highlighter.

And at the bottom, Pierce’s signature authorizing the takeover.