MY BROTHER CALLED, “PLEASE, DON’T COME TO MY WEDDING.” “WHY?” I ASKED. HE SMIRKED “I DON’T WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW YOU’RE JUST A CLEANER.”

In emails, he promised them future business once he was “inside the family.”

One message made my attorney whistle.

After the wedding, Claire’s contract is gone. Nobody will care what some janitor says.

I forwarded it to Richard Vale.

He called within four minutes.

“Tell me this is fake.”

“I wish I could.”

Richard went silent. Sophia had deliberately kept family introductions separate because Daniel told her I was estranged and unstable.

“What do you want me to do?” Richard asked.

“Nothing reckless,” I said. “Follow the agreement. Independent audit.