Chapter 3: The Man Who Was Supposed to Protect Me
Raymond's office was on the fourteenth floor of a building I had visited a dozen times over the years, always for routine matters — contract renewals, quarterly filings, the kind of paperwork that felt like maintenance rather than urgency.
I had never arrived the way I did that afternoon: still moving carefully from the surgery, Marina one step behind me, a recorded phone call on my phone that had just changed the shape of everything.
Raymond met us at the door himself.
"You should be resting," he said.
"I'll rest when this is finished." I set my phone on his desk and pressed play.
We listened to Celeste's voice fill the room.
*The loan wasn't Adrian's idea.
I handled the paperwork.
I had someone inside your legal team.*
When it ended, Raymond sat very still.
"She said someone inside my legal team," he said quietly.
"Yes."
He stood and walked to his window.
"Vivian, I need you to understand what that means.
If she's telling the truth, someone with access to your prenuptial agreements, your asset registry, your estate documents — someone in this firm — gave her the information she needed to structure that loan so it would survive a legal challenge."
Marina's pen stopped moving.
"How many people had access to my full file?" I asked.
Raymond turned.
"Four attorneys and two paralegals.
Including myself."
"Then we start there."
"Vivian—"
"Raymond." I kept my voice level.
"I am not accusing you.
But I need to know which of those six people Celeste reached.
Because if she has someone in this office, she also knows exactly what I've filed, what I'm planning, and how far along we are."
He was quiet for a long moment.
Then he picked up his desk phone and dialed his assistant.
"Pull the access logs for the Cole file.
Every entry.
Every document opened.
Going back eighteen months."
He set the phone down.
"It will take a few hours."
"I'll wait."
Marina brought coffee from the small kitchen down the hall.
I sat in the chair across from Raymond's desk and watched the city through his window.
Somewhere across that city, Adrian was still on his honeymoon.
He had no idea the ground was already moving beneath him.
My phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number.
*You're making a mistake, Vivian.
Walk away while you still can.
There are things about your father's estate you don't want made public.*
I set the phone face-down on Raymond's desk without answering.
"Add that message to the file," I said.
Marina leaned over and photographed it before I turned it over.
Two hours later, Raymond's assistant knocked and entered with a printed report.
Raymond read the first page.
Then the second.
His expression did not change, but his hand moved to the edge of the desk and stayed there.
"One of the paralegals," he said.
"A man named **Dorian Marsh**.
He accessed your full prenuptial file eleven times over four months.
The last access was the day before the loan was executed."
"Is he here today?"
"He called in sick this morning."
Marina and I looked at each other.
"He knew we'd find it," she said.
Raymond was already reaching for his phone.
"I'm calling the bar's ethics line and our internal security team.
Dorian will not be difficult to find — but Vivian, this changes your timeline.
If Celeste knows you've started pulling records, she may move the offshore funds before we can freeze them."
I stood carefully, one hand on the edge of the desk.
"Then we don't give her time to move anything." I picked up my phone.
"Call the judge.
I want an emergency asset freeze filed before five o'clock."
Raymond looked at me for a moment the way people sometimes look at someone they thought they understood and are now revising.
"You planned for this," he said.
"I planned for worse," I said.
"This is manageable."
But as Marina held the door open and I stepped into the hallway, my phone buzzed again.
Same unknown number.
*Your father's estate didn't come to you cleanly, Vivian.
Ask Raymond what he knows about the original will.*
I stopped walking.
Marina almost walked into me.
"What is it?" she asked.
I showed her the screen.
She read it twice.
"It could be a bluff.
Celeste trying to slow you down."
"It could be," I said.
But Raymond had gone very quiet when I mentioned my father's estate that morning.
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I had noticed it and set it aside.
I noticed it again now.
