It was Wednesday evening and Rowan was on a call with Patricia downstairs. She had been updating him on the legal team's response to Gideon's tabloid story, which was apparently progressing in a direction that had Patricia using words like strong position and actionable, when Maya called.
Elara picked up on the second ring.
"I need you to sit down," Maya said.
The quality of her voice, stripped of its normal energy, careful in the way it only got when she had found something she wished she hadn't, made Elara sit down before another word was spoken.
"Tell me," Elara said.
"The shell company. Meridian. I've been through every layer now, all of it. And there is a third account." Maya paused. "We knew about your father's account receiving a third of the transfers. We knew about the main o
