My mother and Ryan were already there.
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Margaret wore black from head to toe, looking every bit the grieving victim.
Ryan leaned back in his chair with the confidence of a man convinced he’d already won.
Spread across the conference table were several documents.
A stock transfer agreement.
A notarized statement claiming my late father had provided the original capital to launch Brooks Medical Supply.
And a letter—supposedly signed by me—admitting the company had always belonged to the Brooks family.
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Every page was fake.
Olivia had warned me not to argue.
The Tennessee Bureau of Investigation already had copies of the security footage, the bank records, the recordings Emma had made, and a preliminary handwriting analysis confirming multiple forged signatures.
The entire meeting was being audio and video recorded with everyone’s consent.
Ryan slid a pen across the table.
