Chapter 4 - The Photograph
At eight the next morning, Maya photographed Amara’s cheek again.
The bruise had deepened overnight.
Purple-red discoloration curved beneath her left eye and along the cheekbone.
Amara stood in Marcus’s guest bathroom wearing borrowed pajamas and staring at herself in the mirror.
“Is this going to be online too?”
“No.”
Maya lowered the phone.
“These pictures stay with us and our attorney.”
“You called a lawyer?”
“Yes.”
“Against Grandma?”
Maya hesitated.
“About what happened.”
Amara touched the edge of the bruise.
“She’ll hate me.”
Maya’s face tightened.
“She may hate consequences.”
“That’s not the same thing?”
“No.”
Maya turned Amara gently away from the mirror.
“And I need you to understand that.”
Marcus appeared in the doorway wearing yesterday’s tuxedo trousers and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
“The board meeting started.”
“You’re not going?”
“No.”
Maya studied him.
“You should.”
“Why?”
“Because walking away gives her the room.”
Marcus leaned against the frame.
“I spent half the night reading that spreadsheet.”
“And?”
“Sterling Event Solutions was incorporated four years ago in Delaware. It bills the foundation for gala production, donor hospitality, floral installations, consulting, and transportation.”
“Who owns it?”
“Public filings use a registered agent.”
“So we don’t know.”
“Not yet.”
Amara watched them.
Marcus noticed.
“Sorry.”
“No,” she said. “Keep talking.”
Maya almost objected, then stopped herself.
Marcus continued.
“There are payments that don’t make sense. The foundation supposedly paid Sterling eighty-two thousand dollars to renovate a donor reception suite.”
“That could be legitimate.”
“It could.”
“But?”
“The address listed on the work order isn’t one of our hotels.”
Maya looked at him.
“Where is it?”
Marcus turned his phone around.
A photograph appeared.
Gloria’s mansion.
Ashbourne House.
Amara recognized it immediately.
“That’s Grandma’s house.”
“Yes.”
Maya’s expression went blank.
“You’re saying foundation money paid for renovations there?”
“I’m saying the paperwork suggests it.”
“Charitable funds?”
“Yes.”
“That’s self-dealing.”
“Potentially.”
“And illegal.”
“Potentially.”
Maya rubbed her forehead.
“Who sent you the spreadsheet?”
“No idea.”
“Could be fake.”
“I checked random transactions against financial reports I already have access to.”
“And?”
“Several match.”
The doorbell rang.
All three froze.
Marcus checked his security monitor.
“It’s Olivia.”
Maya stood.
“Don’t let her in.”
“She’s alone.”
“I don’t care.”
Amara said quietly, “Let her.”
Maya looked at her.
“I want to know what Grandma is saying.”
Marcus opened the door.
Olivia Grant entered carrying a leather folder.
She had changed into a navy suit. Without last night’s evening gown, she looked less like a family friend and more like the corporate attorney she had been before joining philanthropic boards.
Her gaze went immediately to Amara.
The bruise stopped her.
“My God.”
Amara said nothing.
Olivia removed her glasses.
“I am so sorry.”
“You said that last night,” Maya replied.
“And I meant it.”
“What did the board decide?”
Olivia exhaled.
“Gloria wants a statement.”
“Of course.”
“She drafted one before the meeting.”
Marcus laughed.
“Let me guess. Amara became violent, and Mother heroically restrained her?”
“Not quite.”
Olivia opened the folder.
Maya read.
Her face hardened with every line.
“What does it say?” Amara asked.
Maya started to close the folder.
Then she remembered the previous night.
No more secrets disguised as protection.
She read aloud.
“‘During a private family exchange following a minor accident, Mrs. Lewis made brief physical contact with her granddaughter. Video circulated online omits important context and has resulted in unfair harassment of the Lewis family.’”
Amara stared.
“Brief physical contact?”
Olivia looked ashamed.
“I opposed that language.”
Marcus took the paper.
“Did you oppose the part where it says ‘private’ while fourteen hundred people watched?”
“Yes.”
“Did the board approve it?”
“No.”
Maya looked up.
“Why not?”
“Because three directors threatened to resign.”
Marcus folded the statement.
“Good.”
Olivia continued.
“The board scheduled an emergency meeting for tomorrow. Gloria’s authority as chair may be temporarily suspended pending review.”
Maya stared at her.
“Review of the slap?”
“Of the incident and reputational risk.”
Marcus laughed bitterly.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“Not child abuse. Reputational risk.”
Olivia flinched.
“You’re right.”
Her honesty quieted him.
She turned toward Amara.
“You shouldn’t have to become a public symbol for adults to recognize something obvious.”
Amara looked at the floor.
Olivia continued.
“But there’s something else.”
Marcus and Maya exchanged a glance.
Olivia opened another document.
“The foundation’s outside auditor contacted me at six this morning.”
Marcus stiffened.
“Why?”
“They received an anonymous package.”
“Sterling?”
Olivia’s head snapped up.
“How do you know that name?”
Marcus did not answer.
Olivia slowly placed the document on the table.
A payment schedule.
Sterling Event Solutions.
Four years.
$4.3 million.
The same numbers Marcus had received.
Maya stared at Olivia.
“Who owns Sterling?”
Olivia hesitated.
“We don’t know yet.”
Marcus stepped closer.
“But you suspect someone.”
Olivia looked toward Amara.
Then back at Marcus.
“The registered agent returned our emergency inquiry fifteen minutes ago.”
“And?”
“The beneficial owner isn’t Gloria.”
Maya exhaled.
Marcus did not.
“Who?”
Olivia swallowed.
“Daniel Price.”
Marcus went completely still.
Maya whispered, “That’s impossible.”
Amara looked between them.
“Who is Daniel Price?”
No one answered immediately.
Then Marcus sat down.
“Our mother’s private financial adviser.”
Maya corrected him.
“Former financial adviser.”
Olivia looked at her.
“No.”
She slid another paper across the table.
“According to these records, he has never stopped working for Gloria.”
Maya stared at the signature.
Daniel Price had vanished from the Lewis family’s public life eleven years earlier after being accused of stealing from the company.
Gloria had told everyone he betrayed them.
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