“You don’t understand the first thing about corporate legal procedure,” Richard said, his voice booming with authority.

“And you’re handing Ethan’s trust straight to Bradley Collins’s firm so he can bury the missing money before the bank looks at the ledger,” I said.

“That document is just a standard draft proposal,” Richard said, moving closer.

“It’s bank fraud,” I said.

I folded the pale blue check down the middle, pressing a hard crease into the thick paper with my thumb.

“Madison, think about your military career,” Evelyn said, her voice climbing as she stepped toward me.