Chapter 7: What Brandon's Lawyer Offered
Richard Holt spoke the way expensive attorneys speak — every sentence shaped to sound reasonable while meaning something else entirely.
"My client is in a difficult position," he said.
"He acted in good faith based on representations made to him by your father.
He had no knowledge of any prior ownership claims."
"He signed a document listing himself as co-owner of a company he had no stake in," I said.
"That's not good faith.
That's fr@ud."
"That's one interpretation."
"It's the interpretation that comes with a county filing date and my grandfather's original incorporation papers."
A brief pause.
"Miss Parker, my client is prepared to remove his name from the amended registration voluntarily and to cooperate fully with any review of the company's records.
In exchange, he's asking that his involvement not be characterized as intentional in any formal complaint."
"He wants to walk away clean."
"He wants to correct a mistake."
"What does he know about my father's personal debt being serviced through company accounts?"
The pause this time was longer.
"I'm not sure what you're referring to."
"I think you are," I said.
"And I think Brandon told you this morning, which is why you're calling me instead of waiting for a formal process to begin."
Holt's voice shifted slightly.
Still smooth, but with something careful underneath it now.
"My client is willing to provide a full written account of every conversation he had with your father regarding the company.
Dates, details, what was said and what was promised.
In writing.
Signed."
I walked to the window.
The woman with the dog was gone.
The street was quiet and white.
"Send it to Grace Holloway," I said.
"Everything.
Signed and dated.
If it's complete and it's accurate, I'll consider his cooperation when deciding how to proceed."
"That's reasonable," Holt said.
"I appreciate that."
"I'm not doing it for Brandon," I said.
"I'm doing it because I want the full picture of what my father did.
Brandon is part of that picture."
"Understood."
"One more thing," I said.
"Does my sister know you called me?"
A pause.
"No."
"Then I'd suggest your client tells her before she finds out another way."
I ended the call.
Grace called ten minutes later.
"Brandon's attorney just contacted my office.
He's offering a full written statement."
"I told him to send it to you."
"Good.
Evelyn, I want to be honest with you about where this is heading.
Once we have Brandon's statement, combined with the bank records, the security footage, and the forged document, your father is looking at charges.
Potentially serious ones.
Fr@ud.
Forgery.
Misappropriation of company funds." She paused.
"I want to make sure you're prepared for that."
"He forged my signature," I said.
"On Christmas morning, while I was standing in the snow with my suitcase."
"I know."
"I'm prepared."
"There's one more thing." Grace's voice was careful.
"Your father called me an hour ago.
He didn't know I was already representing you when he called.
He thought he was calling a neutral party."
"What did he say?"
"He said his daughter had stolen his company.
He said you had always been unstable and that the account was rightfully his because he was the one who built the business while you did nothing.
He said—" A short pause.
"He said your grandfather was a confused old man who didn't understand what he was doing in his final years."
The radiator ticked in the corner of the room.
"He said that."
"Yes.
I recorded the call, with my state's single-party consent law.
I have his voice saying those words."
I thought about the letter in my coat pocket.
*Quiet.
Steady.
Underestimated.* I thought about Grandpa Charles walking into First Horizon Capital every year on my birthday, alone, with cash, building something for a granddaughter he trusted more than he ever said out loud.
"Add it to the file," I said.
"Already done," Grace said.
"Evelyn — I think you should come in tomorrow morning.
Bring the letter if you're comfortable.
There's something in the original incorporation documents I want to walk you through in person.
Something your grandfather included that I don't think even he expected you to need."
"What is it?"
"A clause," she said.
"About what happens to the company if anyone attempts to alter the ownership record without the majority shareholder's written consent."
I waited.
"The clause triggers an automatic buyout option," Grace said.
"At the valuation date of the alteration attempt.
Meaning you can, if you choose, compel your father to sell his thirty percent back to the company — at the price the company was worth six weeks ago, before any of this started."
"Grandpa put that in."
"Eleven years ago.
Like he knew."
I sat down on the edge of my bed.
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"He did know," I said quietly.
"He just waited until I was ready."
