Raymond slid a tablet across the desk. “She asked the chairman, Mr. Aldrich, for an emergency session tonight,” he said quietly. Preston laughed, but the sound died quickly. “On what grounds?” On the screen was a shareholder register with one line highlighted in yellow. Preston read it once, then again, and his hand began to shake.

Before he could speak, his phone buzzed. Camille wrote that security had stopped her in the lobby, and her badge no longer worked. Then the office door opened, and Mr. Aldrich walked in with two directors behind him. He did not look at Preston. He looked at the tablet. “Sit down, Preston,” he said. “You need to hear who your wife’s grandfather really was.”