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“Brooke too?”
“She helped set it up.”
“What did she do for nineteen consultation payments?”
Silence.
“Caleb?”
“She was coordinating.”
“Coordinating what?”
“Contacts.”
“Which ones?”
He did not answer.
I pressed.
“Name one.”
“Claire.”
“Name one client or investor Brooke brought to Mercer Ridge.”
“This is why I didn’t tell you.”
The sentence was so familiar in shape that I almost missed how ugly it was.
His secrecy had become my fault because I asked what it concealed.
“Come home.”
“I need to talk to Evan.”
“You’ve had plenty of time to talk to Evan.”
“That photo is not what you think.”
“I didn’t say anything about a photo.”
He stopped.
I felt something cold spread through my chest.
He had confirmed he knew exactly which image I meant.
“Caleb.”
“Diane posts everything.”
“So you saw it.”
“Obviously.”
“Was the folder yours?”
He said nothing.
“The ownership transition.”
Another silence.
Then he swore under his breath.
“Brooke was supposed to move that.”
I sat down again.
The room seemed to tilt slightly.
“What is it?”
“Nothing final.”
“What is it?”
“A proposal.”
“For what?”
“To reorganize.”
“The company?”
“Yes.”
“And me?”
“No.”
“Then why does it say ownership transition?”
“Because legal documents have titles.”
I almost admired the stupidity of that answer.
“Come home.”
“I’ll come tomorrow.”
“Today.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“No, Claire, I actually can’t.”
There was something in his voice then that did not sound like defiance.
It sounded like calculation interrupted by reality.
“Why not?”
He hesitated.
“We have a meeting tonight.”
“With who?”
“I can’t discuss that yet.”
I stared at the wall.
“With Ridgepoint?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Of course it is.”
“No, it isn’t.”
I ended the call.
My hands were trembling hard enough that I nearly dropped the phone.
A few seconds later, he texted.
DO NOT CONTACT ANYONE ASSOCIATED WITH RIDGEPOINT UNTIL WE TALK.
That message frightened me more than everything he had said aloud.
I forwarded it to Marcus.
Then I called him.
He answered with, “I saw it.”
“He admitted Ridgepoint exists.”
“Tell me exactly what he said.”
I repeated the conversation as closely as I could.
Marcus interrupted only twice to clarify wording.
When I finished, he said, “Do not respond further.”
“He has a meeting tonight.”
“I heard.”
“With someone involved.”
“Possibly.”
“What do we do?”
“We preserve what we have and identify what meeting he means.”
“How?”
“We start with the calendars and legitimate company correspondence you are authorized to access.”
“I already checked.”
“Check travel reimbursements, vendor invitations, scheduled site visits, development contacts, anything linked to the trip location.”
I turned toward the laptop.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
That was the first time he had asked me to look for something instead of stop looking.
My pulse jumped.
I opened the company travel folder.
Caleb had categorized the vacation airfare as personal.
The hotel was not.
Three rooms had been charged to Mercer Ridge under a line item called MARKET RESEARCH.
I stared at the entry.
“Marcus.”
“You found something.”
“The hotel.”
“What about it?”
“It’s on the company card.”
“How many rooms?”
“Three.”
“Dates?”
I read them.
“Who approved?”
“Caleb.”
“Any supporting note?”
I clicked.
There was an attached memo.
Market feasibility discussions regarding mixed-use development opportunities.
My mouth went dry.
“This was never a vacation.”
“Not entirely.”
“Diane and Brooke were part of company market research?”
“Do not get ahead of what the record proves.”
I searched the attached receipts.
One restaurant charge from the previous night listed six guests.
Another entry showed a conference room reservation for Tuesday evening.
Tonight.
The hotel’s private meeting room.
“Six to eight attendees,” I read aloud.
“What time?”
“Seven.”
“Any event name?”
“No.”
I clicked the detailed invoice.
A contact field appeared.
Reservation requested by E. Price.
Evan.
I sent it to Marcus.
“This is enough to prove the trip was business.”
“It is enough to show business activity occurred during the trip.”
“Same thing.”
“No.”
I rubbed my forehead.
“Sometimes I understand why people hate lawyers.”
“That feeling is healthy.”
I kept searching.
A vendor deposit caught my attention.
Two thousand five hundred dollars paid three weeks earlier to a consulting firm called Hartwell Urban Strategies.
I knew Hartwell.
They had presented a feasibility report to Mercer Ridge six months earlier on a proposed mixed-use project downtown.
The project had stalled after I refused to commit additional capital.
I opened the attached invoice.
The project name had changed.
Not Mercer Ridge Commons.
Ridgepoint Commons.
I stopped breathing for a second.
“Marcus.”
“What?”
“I found Hartwell.”
I explained.
This time he did not correct my language.
“Send it.”
I did.
“You should stop now.”
“I just found our project under their company name.”
“I know.”
“Our research.”
“Yes.”
“Our consultant.”
“Yes.”
“Our money.”
“Possibly.”
“It’s right there.”
“The payment source matters, Claire.”
“It came from Mercer Ridge.”
“That helps.”
“Helps?”
“It matters.”
I pushed back from the table.
“They were taking a project we paid to develop.”
“That is what the documents may support.”
“They were stealing it.”
“Claire.”
“No.”
I stood.
“I am done pretending this is a misunderstanding because the legal vocabulary is prettier.”
Marcus was silent.
My throat tightened.
“They were planning to use my company to build something I had rejected, move it into another company, and then wait until I had a newborn to pressure me into changing the ownership.”
“We do not know every step yet.”
“But that is the shape of it.”
He did not deny it.
I walked into the living room.
The afternoon light made the windows look washed out.
“What happens if the investors sign tonight?”
“That depends on what they sign.”
“Can we stop it?”
“Maybe.”
The word I hated most.
“Marcus.”
“I’m not going to lie to make you feel better.”
“I know.”
“If Ridgepoint is presenting Mercer Ridge assets, commitments, intellectual work product, financial backing, or authority it does not actually possess, that creates issues.”
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“And if they’re not?”
“Then Caleb may have built a competing venture while serving in a fiduciary role at Mercer Ridge.”
