Vendor contracts.
And one horrifying operating agreement listing me as the sole legal owner of Cook Catering.
My forged signature sat at the bottom.
Richard Cook: 0%.
Brenda Cook: 0%.
Farrah Cook: 100% Managing Member.
I nearly stopped breathing.
They had transferred the collapsing business into my name without my knowledge. The payroll taxes. The loans. The debt. The legal responsibility.
That was why they stole my passport.
If I left, the company collapsed.
And the government would come after me.
I photographed everything and sent it to Valerie.
Her response arrived immediately.
“Do not panic. I’m sending you an attorney.”
The attorney’s name was Marcus Vance.
His voice sounded like sharpened glass over the phone.
“You want out?” he asked.
“I want Cook Catering destroyed,” I replied quietly.
“When?”
