Julian stepped up to the front of the desk, spreading his hands in a dramatic, generous gesture aimed at Samuel and Melissa.

“Mr.

Price, to prove my absolute good faith to this family, I’m willing to hand over all my personal financial records to you voluntarily,” Julian said, adjusting his watch again.

“Every tax filing, every corporate account.

I have nothing to hide from my sister.”

Samuel paused his pen, leaving the tip suspended an inch above the open page.

“That is a cooperative gesture, Julian,” Samuel said in his slow, deliberate way.

“Though folder two already contains the bank phone logs from early September.”