s ragged. Sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped down his neck.

tive. "Mother, perhaps Lillian only hired those bad tutors by mistak

er hand on the brass doorknob,

pointed a shaking finger at her. "Your attendance at the Beaumont gala will only hig

ntirely. She reached under her heavy

ough the room. The large steel wall safe

acks of bound ledgers a

, red-bound folder. It was the master ledge

desk. The heavy smack of the leath

" Geneviev

locked onto the red folder. It was the physical

nted a manicured, wrinkled f

s the primary trustee, I have the legal right to freeze all camp

arted as he struggled to breathe. He realized

ge of the desk. "Freezing the funds three months before the election...

less. "I would rather burn your career to the

from the back of the folder and s

of Lillian's estate management privileges, her access to the famil

He knew that signing this would cause a massive, v

pulled her silver Montblanc pen from her pocket and slid it directly into his tremb

Eleanor whispered, her voice right next

verrode his marital loyalty. He gripped the silv

document with a jagged, aggressive signature, effectively

She inspected the signature, nodded once, and lo

en son. "Eleanor is the only one fit to represent this famil

ompletely broken. His eyes remained fi

" Genevieve ordered. "Do not return

avoided Eleanor's gaze. He shuffled out of t

g Eleanor and Genevieve alone

fingers. The adrenaline of the confrontation faded, revea

up of hot tea and placed it gently on the desk in front

sharp again. "Execute the rest of

ardened into a mask of pure resolve.

ocument's power burned in her mind. Clara was waitin