February, and the Question She Couldn’t Unhear
Vanessa’s voice tightened, carrying something sharper than fear.
“In February I told you I was expecting,” she said. “And in February you started moving money.”
She swallowed hard.
“Was this… an exit plan?”
Mark’s face hardened.
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
But the room had already heard the timing.
Sam finally raised his head.
His voice was low, weighted with memory.
“Three years ago you said Singapore wasn’t worth it,” he said to his father. “I remember.”
Sophie nodded once.
“Me too.”
Two short sentences.
Two witnesses who didn’t need to raise their voices.
Mark shoved his chair back; it screeched sharply across the floor.
“This is a trap.”
Rebecca met his rising panic with the same steady calm.
“The documents are from Singapore banks,” she said. “Verified by three independent firms.”
She paused, letting the room absorb the next point before speaking it aloud.
“Tomorrow at nine, there’s an emergency board session,” she added. “I suggest you read carefully tonight.”
