Noah
My father's office felt colder than usual when I walked in the next morning, his legal team already seated around the small conference table set up near the window, thick folders spread out in front of them like evidence prepared for a trial.
"Sit," my father said, barely glancing up from the document in front of him. "Our legal team has identified a significant vulnerability in your trust structure."
I sat, bracing myself as one of the attorneys, a sharp eyed woman named Dana who'd worked for my father for years, slid a folder across the table toward me.
"The blind trust you established doesn't fully insulate the transaction from related party scrutiny," she explained, her tone clinical and precise. "Given your position within Hargrove Holdings and your documented personal relati
