Victor’s face went pale as he dialed the office. His assistant answered on speaker, her voice trembling. “Mr. Whitmore, security has your badge. The board met at noon. Nora voted her shares, and you are no longer chief executive.” Eleanor’s laugh died in her throat. “That is impossible,” she snapped. “My son built that company.”

Before anyone could answer, a man in a gray suit stepped through the lobby doors holding a thick envelope. “Mrs. Eleanor Whitmore? I represent the new owners of the house on Maple Hollow Drive. The sale closed this morning, and you have seventy-two hours to vacate.” Sienna slowly pulled her hand away from Victor’s arm. Nora looked at them calmly. “I told you the house was mine,” she said. “You never asked whose name was on the deed.”