Beatrice would open the family vault for such a boy.

She would demand equity for him, and a seat at the table for his mother.

And that — that access, that leverage, that path into the company’s capital — was what Diego had wanted all along.

Because his real target was never family status.

It was Vance Fine Furniture.

And the one obstacle standing between Diego and the company’s money was me, and my controlling stake, and the fact that I watched the books.