“She did not advise you directly at that time,” Samantha clarified, turning to another folder.

“Your aunt left very specific instructions in a letter for her trusted financial adviser, Arthur Miller.”

I remembered Arthur vaguely from that overwhelming period after her funeral.

He was an older gentleman who wore thin, rimless glasses.

He had sat down with me to explain investments and complex tax laws while I was still struggling to comprehend the weight of my grief.

“He strongly advised me never to put inherited money into a business without securing proper ownership protection,” I recalled aloud.