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Christopher had been there.
So had vendors.
So had interns.
So had twenty other people.
Rachel asked, “Did any packet go missing?”
“I don’t know.”
“You never inventoried them?”
“They were routine forms.”
Rachel rubbed her forehead.
Savannah could hear anger entering her voice now.
“Routine forms with pre-signed executive signatures.”
“It was a small company.”
“That is not a defense.”
“I’m not defending it.”
Martin sounded tired.
“I’m telling you how it was.”
Savannah looked down at her hands.
He was right about one thing.
That was how it had been.
Small companies ran on improvisation until somebody learned why procedures existed.
They had learned plenty of lessons the expensive way.
This one had simply taken eleven years to present the invoice.
Rachel asked, “Why did Christopher tell Savannah to ask Elaine who gave her the page?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why did he tell her to ask about you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why did you text Savannah that we needed to talk before this gets worse?”
Martin went silent.
Rachel’s face became unreadable.
Savannah’s stomach tightened again.
“Martin.”
He exhaled slowly.
“Because Christopher came to see me before he contacted me about the document.”
“When?”
“Five weeks ago.”
Savannah stood.
“What did he want?”
“He wanted access to old company records.”
“What records?”
“Early capitalization files.”
Savannah could hear her pulse.
“And you gave them to him?”
“No.”
Martin answered too quickly.
Rachel caught it.
“What did you give him?”
“Nothing intentionally.”
Savannah’s voice went flat.
“What does that mean?”
“He came by my home.”
Beatrice looked at Savannah.
Martin continued.
“We had dinner.”
Savannah almost laughed.
“Of course you did.”
“He said he wanted advice.”
“About what?”
“You.”
The word landed heavily.
Savannah turned away.
Martin spoke faster.
“He said you were preparing to divorce him.”
“I hadn’t decided.”
“I know that now.”
“You knew then.”
“I knew you had contacted Rachel.”
Savannah turned back.
“How?”
Martin did not answer.
Rachel did.
“You told him.”
Silence.
Savannah stared at the phone.
Martin said, “He asked me if you were planning something.”
“And you told him I had hired a lawyer.”
“I told him I thought you were getting advice.”
Savannah felt something inside her go cold.
“You had no right.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I made a mistake.”
“You gave my husband private information.”
“He was scared.”
Savannah laughed once.
“So you protected him.”
“I tried to keep the two of you from detonating your marriage.”
“That was not your job.”
“I know that now.”
“You keep saying that.”
Rachel interrupted.
“What happened during dinner?”
Martin paused.
“He drank too much.”
“What else?”
“He asked about the early company years.”
“What specifically?”
“Whether anyone still had old paper files.”
Savannah gripped the back of a chair.
“And?”
“I told him I had archived boxes in my basement.”
Beatrice whispered, “Oh.”
Rachel’s voice became very quiet.
“Did he go into your basement?”
Martin did not answer immediately.
“Yes.”
Savannah closed her eyes.
“How long?”
“Maybe ten minutes.”
“Alone?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“He said he wanted to see an old photo album from the office.”
Rachel looked at Savannah.
Savannah remembered it.
A cheap black album Elaine made after the first profitable quarter.
Photographs of folding tables, burned coffee, the broken conference chair everyone hated.
Christopher appeared in several pictures.
Martin continued.
“I didn’t think anything of it.”
Rachel said, “What records were stored near that album?”
“Old administrative boxes.”
“Including signature packets?”
“I don’t know.”
Savannah opened her eyes.
Martin’s voice cracked slightly.
“I genuinely don’t know.”
Nobody spoke.
Then Savannah asked the question Rachel had not.
“Did Christopher leave the house with anything?”
Martin exhaled.
“I didn’t see anything.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
“I don’t know.”
Savannah looked at Rachel.
Rachel wrote something on the legal pad.
Martin said, “Savannah, I’m sorry.”
She almost hung up.
Instead, she said, “Did you tell Christopher anything else about me?”
“No.”
“Think carefully.”
“I am.”
“Did you tell him about financing discussions?”
Martin went silent.
Savannah’s heart sank.
Rachel looked up sharply.
“What financing discussions?”
Savannah did not take her eyes off the phone.
The company had spent six months quietly exploring a strategic investment that could trigger exactly the kind of liquidity provision described in the forged agreement.
Only six people knew.
Christopher was not one of them.
“Martin.”
His voice was barely audible.
“I told him there might be a transaction.”
Beatrice stared.
Rachel closed her legal pad.
Savannah felt the entire morning rearrange itself.
Christopher had not forged a random claim and hoped it became valuable.
He had learned a major corporate transaction might make five percent worth millions, then gone looking for the paper trail that could support it.
And Martin, trying to save a marriage that was not his to manage, had handed him the reason to try.
Savannah did not speak until Martin said her name twice.
“Do not call me again today.”
“Savannah.”
“Not today.”
She ended the call.
Rachel reached for the legal pad again.
Savannah stopped her.
“Give me a minute.”
Rachel nodded.
Beatrice did not.
“What happens to Martin?”
Savannah looked at her.
“I don’t know.”
“You can’t keep him as chairman.”
“I said I don’t know.”
“He gave Christopher confidential information.”
“I heard the call.”
“I’m just saying—”
“Please stop.”
Beatrice closed her mouth.
Savannah walked into the living room and sat on the edge of the sofa.
The room still held Christopher everywhere.
His shoes by the console.
His charging cable wrapped around the lamp base.
A half-read biography face down on the ottoman.
The impression of his body in the cushion beside her.
She looked at that dent and felt something unexpected.
Not rage.
Not grief.
Embarrassment.
She had spent years defending him in rooms he never entered.
When colleagues made careful jokes about Christopher’s endless reinventions, she explained that entrepreneurship was difficult.
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When her sister asked why Savannah paid every household expense, she said income shifted in long marriages.
When Beatrice complained that Savannah worked too much, Savannah absorbed the insult because correcting it would have exposed how little Christopher worked.
