AMELIA POV

The wait is excruating. Board members whisper. Shareholders check their phones.

I don’t move. Don’t fidget. Just sit here like I belong.

The assistant returns with a tablet. The chairman scrolls. His expression shifts from skeptical to surprised. “Well. It appears Ms. Hart is correct. Five percent, transferred…” He looks up at Daniel over his glasses. “Three years ago. Signed by you, Mr. Sterling.”

“Yes.” Daniel’s voice sounds rough. He clears his throat. ...