That was the first clue.
“What career?” I asked mildly.
Garrick smiled again. “Chief operating officer. The promotion becomes official tomorrow.”
“Of Ashford Industries?”
“You’ve heard of us?”
I looked at Sienna. Tears had filled her eyes.
“Yes,” I said. “I have.”
What Garrick did not know was that Ashford Industries still existed because my late husband and I had saved it from bankruptcy twenty-two years earlier. Our family trust still controlled thirty-eight percent of the company’s voting shares.
And I was the only trustee.
Part 2: The Flash Drive
Garrick mistook my silence for weakness.
“Sienna has been unstable for months,” he said. “She checks my calls, questions my spending, embarrasses me.”
Sienna stared at him. “I found invoices.”