A panicked male voice spilled into the room.
“Adrian, what did you do? The board has locked us out. Heron pulled every guarantee. The Singapore deal is dead. The auditors are already inside the system. Tell me this is a mistake.”
Adrian’s lips parted.
My father said, “Put him on speaker too.”
Adrian’s hand trembled.
He did not obey.
So my father continued anyway.
“Your CFO has three minutes to preserve records. If one file is deleted, I will personally make sure every person involved faces criminal charges.”
The voice on Adrian’s phone went silent.
Then the CFO whispered, “Oh my God.”
The call ended.
Vanessa grabbed Adrian’s arm.
“You told me this company was yours.”
He jerked away from her.
“It is mine.”
My father said, “No. It was rented to you by my daughter’s patience.”
The cruelty of the sentence was almost elegant.
Adrian’s face flushed with rage.
“She’s my wife,” he snapped. “You can’t just take everything from me.”
