My wedding ring caught the lobby lights.
“We spoke last night.”
Camille looked at Trevor.
“You said she had agreed to the divorce.”
Trevor stepped between us.
“Camille, go upstairs.”
“No.” She folded her arms.
“Tell me why she still owns the company.”
“That agreement is outdated.”
I removed my phone from my pocket.
Trevor’s voice sharpened.
“Who are you calling?”
“The attorney who prepared these documents.”
He reached for the folder.
I closed my hand over it before he could touch the pages.
The guard moved unexpectedly, positioning himself beside the desk.
“Sir, please don’t take anything from her.”
Trevor stared at him.
“You work for me.”
The guard glanced at the ownership agreement.
“I’m beginning to think I work for her.”
One of the employees covered a nervous laugh with a cough.
Trevor heard it.
His face darkened.
I called the company’s outside counsel and placed the phone on speaker.
She answered after the second ring.
“Eleanor? I thought you were meeting Trevor this afternoon to discuss the transfer.”
“I was,” I said.
“That meeting is canceled.”
Trevor closed his eyes for half a second.
I continued.
“I am exercising my authority as majority owner.
Effective immediately, Trevor’s ability to enter contracts, move company funds, terminate employees, or access corporate records is suspended pending an independent audit.”
The attorney became silent.
Then she asked, “Has something happened?”
I looked at Camille, at the pendant, and at the staff gathered around us.
“I have reason to believe Trevor has been misrepresenting both my identity and my involvement in the company.”
Trevor leaned toward the phone.
“This is a domestic argument.
Eleanor is emotional.”
The attorney’s response was immediate.
“Trevor, do not touch the corporate files.
Do not access the banking portal.
Do not instruct staff to delete messages.
I will contact the other directors and arrange an emergency meeting.”
“There is no need for an audit.”
“That is not your decision.”
The call ended.
For the first time since he entered the lobby, Trevor looked frightened rather than angry.
He turned to me and lowered his voice.
“You have no idea what you’re doing.”
“I know exactly what I almost did.” I tapped the unsigned transfer agreement.
“I almost handed you control.”
Camille stared at the document.
“He told me he founded this company alone.”
“He did not.”
