One message from Vanessa said, “Move it before the investors notice.”
Mara looked afraid for the first time.
“Claire, this isn’t just a divorce.”
“No,” I said, studying the authorization signature. “It never was.”
On hearing day, I wore Mother’s simple navy jacket. Grant laughed when he spotted it.
“Still dressing for job interviews?”
I passed without replying.
PART 3 — THE DAY THE COURTROOM WENT SILENT
The courtroom was smaller than Grant anticipated.
He appeared in a tailored suit beside Vanessa, ready to enjoy my defeat. Sloane brought a leather briefcase and an assured smile.
“Your Honor,” he began, “my client supported an unemployed spouse who now seeks access to assets she did nothing to create.”
Grant gestured at me. “She has twenty dollars to her name.”
Despite my racing pulse, I held my hands steady on the table.
Judge Evelyn Mercer faced Mara. “Counsel, your response?”
Mara submitted three certified documents: Bennett Freight’s shareholder register, Alder Point’s ownership filing, and an affidavit from the independent transfer agent.
