Chapter 4 - THE PAPER TRAIL
Emily picked up Margaret’s phone before Daniel could stop her.
The message disappeared behind the lock screen, but she had already read enough.
“My bakery?” she whispered.
Daniel’s expression turned dark. “What has she asked you to sign?”
“Nothing.”
Then Emily remembered.
Two weeks earlier, Margaret had brought over a folder and said Daniel’s accountant needed updated household asset information for insurance. Emily had been late for work and promised to look at it later.
The folder was still in her desk.
She ran down the hall.
Daniel followed.
Inside the study, Emily yanked open the lower drawer and found the blue folder exactly where she had left it.
The first pages looked harmless: property schedules, estimated values, insurance language.
Page seven did not.
Daniel read it and swore under his breath.
“What?” Emily demanded.
“This is an assignment agreement.”
“For what?”
“Your shares in Sweet Ember.”
Emily stared at him.
Sweet Ember was not just a bakery anymore. Three months earlier, a regional grocery chain had offered to carry Emily’s frozen desserts in sixty stores. She had formed a new company and given herself controlling ownership.
“If you signed this,” Daniel said, “your voting interest would move into a holding company.”
“Whose?”
He pointed to the name.
Merritt Legacy Holdings.
Emily didn’t recognize it.
Daniel did.
“That was Dad’s old private investment company.”
Footsteps sounded in the hall.
Margaret appeared in the doorway with a suitcase.
Her eyes dropped to the folder.
For one second, she looked genuinely afraid.
Then the mask returned.
“I told you that was insurance paperwork.”
“You buried a transfer of my company inside it,” Emily said.
Margaret shrugged. “A company Daniel’s money rescued.”
“My company.”
“Built with family resources.”
Daniel stepped forward. “Merritt Legacy Holdings was dissolved after Dad died.”
Margaret’s gaze flicked to him.
“Was it?”
He reached for his phone.
She laughed. “Go ahead. Call your lawyer. Call your accountant. Call the Pope.”
She pulled her coat over one arm.
“You’ve been so busy collecting evidence, Daniel, you never stopped to ask what I was collecting.”
“What does that mean?”
Margaret walked to the front door.
Before leaving, she looked directly at Emily.
“By tomorrow morning, half this town will believe you stole from this family.”
The door slammed behind her.
Five seconds later, Emily’s phone began to ring.
Then Daniel’s.
Then the house phone.
Emily looked at the first headline on her screen.
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