Part 3
Voss Tower rose fifty-seven floors of glass, steel, and arrogance.
Evelyn waited in the boardroom with Victor and three company lawyers. She looked pleased, like a queen watching a servant kneel.
“You made the right choice,” she said.
“I haven’t made it yet.”
Victor poured whiskey at ten in the morning. “Still dramatic.”
I placed Daniel’s black drive on the table.
The room shifted.
Evelyn’s smile disappeared first.
Victor stared at it, then at me. “Where did you get that?”
“My husband.”
“Daniel was confused.”
“No,” I said. “Daniel was brave.”
One lawyer stood. “Mrs. Voss, I advise you not to continue—”
“Mara,” I corrected. “My name is Mara Ellison-Voss. And I own Daniel’s voting shares.”
Victor let out a sharp laugh. “Not until probate clears.”
“It cleared yesterday.”
His glass froze halfway to his mouth.
I opened my folder and slid copies across the table. Court order. Estate transfer. Emergency injunction. Federal preservation notice.
“I also filed a derivative action on behalf of the shareholders,” I said. “And turned over evidence of fraud, bribery, witness intimidation, money laundering, and conspiracy to commit murder.”
Evelyn stood slowly. “You stupid little girl.”
