(Sebastian)
I left the glass on the counter and walked into the living room. Zara was still on the phone, and I could hear pages moving on her end. I had looked through the documents Ellis brought, but most of my attention had gone straight to the marriage filing. Apparently, that was exactly what my grandfather had counted on.
"How many shares?"
"Three percent."
I stopped walking.
"Of Wolfe Enterprises?"
"That's what it says."
Three percent wasn't a gift someone slipped into an envelope. At the company's current value, it was worth millions. More importantly, it gave Zara an ownership interest in the company where she worked. My grandfather had created another problem without telling either of us.
"Is the transfer complete?"
"According to this, yes."
I ran a hand through my hair
