By two o'clock that afternoon, the emergency executive board meeting was officially adjourned. The legal paperwork recognizing the Toby Cross Irrevocable Family Trust was signed, sealed, and entered directly into the master corporate register, forever altering the balance of power within Cross Industries.
Maya sat beside Julian in his sweeping corner office on the sixty-fifth floor. Floor-to-ceiling glass wrapped around two sides of the room, offering an unobstructed, elevated view of Manhattan and the harbor beyond. Across the plush sitting area, Toby was curled up on a wide leather sofa with his sketchbook, fast asleep after an energetic morning of exploring the executive suite with Mrs. Gable.
Thomas Vance stepped quietly into the office, carrying a thin leather folder. He placed it n
