board.”
For the first time, I saw fear on Martin Hale’s face.
Shiaoza smiled.
That was his mistake.
Eleanor began laughing.
“My medical filing?”
His smile disappeared.
She pulled a blue envelope from her handbag.
“I wondered when you would try that.”
Inside was a trust amendment dated eight months earlier.
“I discovered someone had inserted an incapacity clause into an old draft,” Eleanor said. “So I revoked it.”
Shiaoza seized the amendment.
His eyes stopped on the last page.
The voting shares had not transferred to him.
They had
