“Which adviser?”
“You wouldn’t know him.”
“Harrison might.”
Garrett leaned back.
“This is exactly what I was afraid of.
You’re exhausted, suspicious, and taking private conversations out of context.”
I reached beneath the table and pressed play on my phone.
His recorded voice filled the dining room.
It’s done.
No, she doesn’t suspect anything.
The color left Sienna’s face.
The recording continued.
Margaret left everything to Eliza.
Once I get access to those accounts, we’re set.
Then came the faint laugh by the fountain.
I stopped the audio.
Garrett recovered first.
“That proves nothing.”
Sienna stood.
“I should go.”
“Sit down,” Garrett snapped.
She froze.
The command revealed more than the recording had.
He did not speak to her like my sister.
He spoke to her like someone he expected to obey.
I placed the security photographs on the table.
Sienna saw the first image and covered her mouth.
Garrett did not touch them.
Instead, he looked at me with cold calculation.
“Your mother had people watching us?”
“So you admit it’s you.”
He laughed once.
“A photograph of two people standing together is not a crime.”
“The kiss might be harder to explain.”
His eyes moved to Sienna.
She began to cry.
“You told me she would sign,” she said.
Garrett’s jaw tightened.
“Sienna, stop talking.”
“You said one week.
You said after the accounts were combined, you would leave her.”
My chest ached, but I did not look away.
Garrett stood so abruptly that his chair fell backward.
“She’s not well,” he said.
“You know that.
She’ll say anything.”
Sienna stared at him.
“You said we would split it.”
“I never said that.”
“You said Margaret ruined my life and Eliza owed me half.”
Garrett stepped toward her.
I moved between them.
“Don’t.”
He looked at me as though he had never seen me before.
Then he reached for the authorization folder.
I took it first.
