The next thirty minutes blurred — legal words, property divisions, and stunned silence when my name came up again and again.
My grandfather had left me controlling interest in Pierce Logistics. Not my father. Not my mother. Me.
When the attorney finished, Daniel leaned closer, his voice a whisper in my ear:
“Now you understand why they wanted to stop you.”
After the meeting, chaos erupted. My mother was sobbing quietly, clutching her purse. My father argued with Mr. Hendricks in hushed, furious tones. And Daniel — my supposed dead uncle — stood by the window, watching the rain begin to fall against the glass.
I couldn’t breathe. “You’re telling me my grandfather knew what they were planning?”
Daniel didn’t turn around. “Your grandfather was cruel, but not stupid. He suspected your father was manipulating the company accounts. That’s why he changed the will six months before he died. He left it to you — someone untouched by the greed.”
I sank into a chair. “But the brakes… if that’s true, then—”
