Ethan's office had never felt smaller.
Maya sat in the same chair she'd sat in days earlier, when a marriage contract had been the strangest thing to happen in her life. Now it felt almost quaint compared to the storm gathering around them. Eight members of the board filled the room, along with two lawyers Maya didn't recognize and a woman with sharp eyes and sharper heels who introduced herself only as Vance Holdings' head of communications. Nobody offered Maya coffee this time. Nobody smiled.
At the head of the table sat a man Ethan had introduced quietly, in the hallway, as Richard Sinclair. Vivian's father. Chairman of the board.
"Let me be clear about what we're looking at," Richard said, sliding a printed copy of Daniel Hart's documents across the polished surface. "Financial reco
