The truth was that my father had changed everything six months before his death. Not because he hated Evan, but because he had found money missing from two vendor accounts. Quietly, he had hired an outside auditor. The trail led to a consulting firm Madison had created under her maiden name and invoices Evan had approved without telling anyone.
Dad never confronted them in public.
He waited for proof.
He also changed the succession plan.
Madison snatched the paper from the desk. “This is just a temporary document.”
“It is a board resolution,” I said. “And the trust transfer. Dad left his voting shares to me.”
Evan looked as though all the blood had drained from his body. “You knew?”
“No,” I said. “Dad’s attorney told me yesterday.”
That part was true. Until then, I had believed the company would be divided between Evan and me. I had even intended to step aside because Evan had worked there full-time while I ran operations for a logistics firm in Chicago.
Then I read my father’s letter.
Olivia, he had written, I did not choose you because you are my daughter. I chose you because you understand responsibility. Your brother loves comfort. Madison loves power. Neither understands people. Protect the company until the truth is clear.
Madison turned to the guards. “Why are you standing there? I said remove her!”
One guard, Mr. Alvarez, looked at me. “Ma’am?”
“Escort Madison and Evan to the lobby,” I said. “They are not permitted in executive offices until legal completes review.”
Evan’s voice cracked. “You’re throwing out your own brother?”
I looked at him. “You stood there while your wife tried to throw me out of my father’s company.”
He swallowed hard.
Madison moved closer to me, lowering her voice. “You are making a mistake. Evan is family.”
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