They Thought They Were Turning Me Into Someone Smaller and Easier to Rob – Instead They Walked, One by One, Into a Room a Fraud Attorney Had Spent Years Building Around Them
It made sense.
Nathan wanted the trust; Nathan was reaching for my money; Nathan was the obvious hand in the till.
But the deeper I read, the less the architecture looked like Nathan’s.
Nathan was greedy, but he was not subtle; he wanted things and grabbed at them.
What I was seeing in those statements was subtle — patient, layered, built over years by someone with real expertise and real access, someone who understood trusts and offshore structures the way I understood them, from the inside.
Nathan was trying to steal a chunk of my estate with a forged power of attorney and a story about my nerves.