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“It never converted.”
Saraphina frowned.
“Why not?”
“Permits stalled.”
“That happens.”
“Yes.”
“But?”
Derek looked at Caldwell.
“The loan proceeds still moved.”
Caldwell’s jaw tightened.
“To acquisition.”
“Some.”
“How much?”
“About eleven million.”
“And the rest?”
Derek hesitated.
“Consulting, brokerage, development management, preconstruction.”
“Real expenses.”
“Some were.”
Caldwell stared at him.
“Say what you are trying to say.”
Derek swallowed.
“Several vendors shared mailing addresses.”
Elise stepped closer.
“How many?”
“Five that I remember.”
Saraphina felt another cold knot form.
“Why did finance approve them?”
“Because Martin signed off.”
“And you?”
“I approved consolidated draws.”
Derek’s face tightened.
“I did not review every subinvoice.”
Caldwell looked at him sharply.
“You expect me to believe that?”
Derek stared back.
“Yes.”
“Convenient.”
Derek’s expression hardened.
“No more convenient than you not reading what you signed.”
Caldwell flinched.
Saraphina raised a hand.
“Enough.”
Both men stopped.
She looked at Derek.
“Did you ever flag the shared addresses?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
He hesitated.
“Because I did not notice until later.”
“How much later?”
“Two months ago.”
Saraphina stared at him.
“And you did nothing?”
Derek looked away.
There it was.
Not conspiracy.
Fear.
“What did you do?” she asked.
“I asked Martin.”
“What did he say?”
“That the vendors used a registered agent.”
“Did you believe him?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
Derek rubbed his thumb against his palm.
“I asked for backup.”
“And?”
“He said he would get it.”
“Did he?”
“No.”
Saraphina’s voice sharpened.
“And you still did nothing.”
Derek looked at her.
“I had no proof.”
“You had enough to ask me.”
He gave a bitter laugh.
“You were never around.”
Caldwell looked at him.
Saraphina did not.
The accusation hurt because it was partly true.
“I was on every board call.”
“That is not what I mean.”
“Then say what you mean.”
Derek hesitated.
“You were invisible by design.”
The words hung between them.
Saraphina said nothing.
Derek continued.
“Everyone knew you mattered.”
“Not everyone.”
“Enough people.”
“Then why not contact me?”
“Because Caldwell was the CEO.”
Caldwell looked away.
Derek kept going.
“And because Martin told me you did not want operational issues brought to you unless they affected the trust or voting control.”
Saraphina’s eyes narrowed.
“He told you that?”
“Yes.”
“I never said that.”
“I know that now.”
Saraphina looked at Elise.
Elise’s face had gone still.
Another false instruction.
Another small barrier.
Nothing dramatic by itself.
Enough barriers together could build a maze.
Sloan returned from her call.
“My attorney says I should leave.”
Caldwell gave a short laugh.
“Smartest person in the room.”
Sloan ignored him.
She looked at Saraphina.
“Good.”
“And I will send my original emails to counsel.”
“Elise will give you contact information.”
Sloan nodded.
She started to turn.
Saraphina stopped her.
“One thing.”
Sloan looked back.
“When did you first meet Marla?”
“About eighteen months ago.”
“In person?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“At Vance Meridian.”
Derek frowned.
“She came to the office?”
“Twice.”
“When?”
Sloan thought.
“Once in spring and once near Christmas.”
Derek shook his head.
“She left before that.”
Sloan stared at him.
“What?”
“Marla resigned more than a year before Christmas.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Sloan’s face changed.
“She had a badge.”
Derek looked at Caldwell.
Caldwell’s expression hardened.
“What kind?”
“Company badge.”
“What color?”
Sloan blinked.
“I don’t know.”
“Blue stripe or black stripe?”
“Black, I think.”
Derek went still.
Saraphina noticed.
“What?”
Derek answered slowly.
“Black badges were deactivated two years ago.”
Caldwell stared at him.
“All of them?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Security redesign.”
Sloan looked between them.
“She used it at reception.”
“Did someone escort her?”
“No.”
“Did the badge open doors?”
“Yes.”
Derek swore under his breath.
Elise spoke quietly.
“Then either the badge system records are wrong, or someone reactivated an old credential.”
Saraphina looked at Derek.
“Who could do that?”
“IT security.”
“Anyone else?”
He hesitated.
“Executive administration used to have override authority.”
The phrase settled over them.
The same abandoned office named in the trust transfer logs.
Saraphina felt the shape tighten.
“Who controlled that office?”
Derek looked at Caldwell.
Caldwell’s face changed.
“No.”
Saraphina looked at him.
“Who?”
He did not answer.
“Caldwell.”
He rubbed his jaw.
“My mother.”
Nobody moved.
Lenora lifted her head slowly from the chair.
“What?”
Caldwell looked at her.
“You supervised executive administration before we dissolved it.”
Lenora’s face hardened.
“I supervised assistants.”
“You had override access.”
“Years ago.”
Derek looked at her.
“Did you keep your credentials?”
Lenora stared at him.
“Do not interrogate me.”
Caldwell took a step toward her.
“Mom.”
She looked at her son.
“What?”
“Did you keep them?”
Her mouth tightened.
“I kept a badge.”
The silence around them became absolute.
Caldwell looked pale.
“Why?”
“For the office.”
“You did not work there anymore.”
“I still had meetings.”
“You had visitor access.”
Lenora’s chin lifted.
“I did not like waiting at reception.”
Derek closed his eyes.
Saraphina felt something almost like nausea.
Not because keeping a badge proved anything.
Because it sounded exactly like Lenora.
A small entitlement.
A convenience.
The kind of rule she would ignore because rules were for people without standing.
“What happened to the badge?” Saraphina asked.
Lenora looked at her.
“I don’t know.”
“When did you last see it?”
“I said I don’t know.”
“Think.”
Lenora’s face sharpened.
“Do not speak to me like that.”
Caldwell’s voice came quietly.
“Mom.”
She turned to him.
“Answer her.”
Lenora stared at her son.
The hurt in her face appeared real.
That made Saraphina uncomfortable.
Caldwell did not look away.
Lenora swallowed.
“I kept it in my desk.”
“Which desk?”
“At the Greenwich house.”
Saraphina felt the room shift again.
“Where in the desk?”
“Top drawer.”
“Locked?”
Lenora hesitated.
“No.”
Caldwell rubbed both hands over his face.
“Who knew?”
“No one.”
“Staff?”
“I don’t know.”
“Visitors?”
“I don’t know.”
“Mom.”
“I said I don’t know.”
Her voice cracked.
For the first time all evening, Lenora looked frightened.
Saraphina stepped back.
Fear did not equal guilt.
She forced herself to remember that.
May you like
Elise spoke gently.
“Mrs. Vance, do you still have the badge?”
