The Rodriguez Enterprises boardroom feels like a war zone. Fifteen board members sit in leather chairs around the massive mahogany table, their faces illuminated by the Monaco sunset streaming through the windows. The SEC investigator, a sharp-eyed woman named Claire Winters, stands near the projection screen displaying damning financial records.
I hover near the door, technically here as Alex’s executive assistant but really watching his back. The security team flanking Geneva hasn’t stopped her from shooting venomous looks at her son.
“As you can see,” Alex continues his presentation, commanding the room with a presence that makes my heart skip, “the pattern of fraudulent transactions begins exactly three days after my father’s death. The same day my mother assumed temporary contro
