I pressed play on the 2018 board meeting audio. My father’s voice filled the room.

“Genevieve is eighty-one years old. She doesn’t understand modern business. I move to reduce her voting rights to ten percent,” he said in the recording.

The recording ended. The silence that followed was absolute.

“That recording—” Harold’s face had turned a blotchy purple. “That was a private board discussion,” he said.

“Which Genevieve attended,” I said. “She recorded it, as was her right as a shareholder.”

Robert Hunter set down the will. His expression had shifted from neutral to something harder.