“Before I sign anything, Preston,” I said softly, “I’d like to introduce someone.” The double doors opened and in walked Margaret Hollis, Dad’s executor, carrying a sealed leather portfolio I recognized from his study. Behind her was Daniel Park, our family attorney for twenty-two years, and behind him, two auditors from Whitfield & Crane. Preston’s smile flickered. “What is this?” Margaret placed the portfolio on the table and unlocked it with a small brass key. “Mr. Kessler updated his will eleven months ago,” she said. “After he discovered the wire transfers.” The room went still. Preston’s jaw tightened. “What transfers?” I asked, though I already knew. Daniel slid a folder toward the board. “Four point two million dollars, routed through three shell companies in the Caymans, drawn from Kessler Industries’ operating account between January and August. All authorized under Preston Kessler’s executive signature.” One of the board members, old Mr. Aldridge, removed his glasses slowly. Preston shot up. “That’s a lie. Adeline, tell them, Dad would never—” “Dad knew,” I said. “He knew for a year. He didn’t say anything because he wanted to see if you’d stop on your own. You didn’t.” I opened the portfolio. “He left controlling shares to me. Sixty-eight percent. The remaining family stake is held in trust for our mother, voted by me until her passing.” Margaret cleared her throat. “Mr. Kessler, the board has already been briefed. Your access to all corporate accounts was suspended at nine a.m. this morning. The auditors are here to walk you through the restitution agreement, or, if you prefer, the criminal referral.” Preston’s face drained of color. He looked at the men he’d handpicked. Not one of them met his eyes. I picked the pen back up, signed my name beside CEO, and slid the transfer papers, his transfer papers, gently back across the table. “You were right about one thing, Preston,” I said. “Kessler Industries needs a real CEO.” I gestured to the door. “Security will escort you out.”
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