had the legal right to inspect as trustee, Maya and I had found consulting payments to a shell company owned by Claire, personal travel charged to Blackridge, and a proposed property purchase from my father’s friend at nearly twice its appraised value.
The restructuring wasn’t really about succession.
It was about burying transactions before the bank’s annual review.
Claire went pale.
My father pointed at me. “You went through our accounts?”
“I reviewed trust assets.”
“You had no right.”
“I had a duty.”
He stood so quickly his chair struck
