NICHOLAS’S POV
The text from the private number kept making me think, while I was going through the CCTV footage over and over again, who the hell wants to take me down this way? Who exactly could it be? Before I could think further, my phone rang.
A call came mid-morning, just as I reviewed security footage for the hundredth time.
The phone vibrated against the desk, and the caller ID read: Legal Department.
I almost didn’t answer, but habit won.
“Mr. Williams,” the head of legal said, her voice direct.
“I thought you should hear this from me directly. Vivian’s inheritance claim is back on the table, and someone’s protesting against it.”
I squeezed the phone tighter in my hand.
“That’s not possible. It was settled years ago.”
“That’s what I thought,” she replied.
“Now, a new
