Lucas swallowed. “Yeah.”

I slid a single printed sheet across the table — the wiring schematic for Apex Holdings, complete with his forged signature on the transfer documents.

“Look at it,” I commanded.

He looked. The color drained from his face. “This… this is the consulting firm V set up. I just signed the incorporation papers to help her out. What are these numbers?”

“Those numbers,” I said softly, leaning in, “are wire fraud. Money laundering. Embezzlement. Grant is siphoning company funds and he’s placed the entire structure solely in your name.

When the board finds out — and they will — Grant and your sister will point the finger at you. You are the firewall, Lucas.”