The next morning, I accepted Evelyn’s invitation to a private meeting at Voss Tower.
She believed I was coming to surrender.
I wore Daniel’s wedding ring on a chain beneath a black dress.
And a recording device hidden under my collar.
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Part 3
Voss Tower rose in glass, steel, and certainty, fifty-seven floors of it.
Evelyn waited in the boardroom with Victor and three company lawyers. She looked satisfied, like someone watching a final signature dry.
“You made the right choice,” she said.
“I haven’t made it yet.”
Victor poured whiskey at ten in the morning. “Still dramatic.”
I set Daniel’s black drive on the table.
The atmosphere shifted.
Evelyn’s smile dropped 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 gave a short laugh. “Not until probate clears.”
“It cleared yesterday.”
His glass stopped halfway to his lips.
I opened my folder and slid documents across the table. Court order. Estate transfer. Injunction. Federal preservation notice.
“I also filed a derivative action on behalf of shareholders,” I said. “And turned over evidence of fraud, bribery, witness intimidation, money laundering, and conspiracy to commit murder.”
Evelyn rose slowly. “You stupid little girl.”
I met her stare. “That line sounded better when I was in a hospital bed.”
Victor reached for the drive.
The boardroom doors opened.
Federal agents entered.
