The thick mahogany doors of the estate library swung shut with a heavy, deadening thud that echoed across the marbled corridor.
Maya smoothed down the rough cotton of her faded blue scrubs, her fingers trembling slightly against her knees.
David: Sit in the back corner, Maya. You’re only here as a courtesy.
Maya: I was Eleanor’s primary caregiver for seven years, David. She specifically asked for me to be in this room.
Victoria: Don't flatter yourself, dear. You were hired help who emptied bedpans and wiped soup off my mother’s chin.
David: Exactly. The family business has nothing to do with paid staff. Once the legal reading is done, you can pack your little suitcase.
Maya: Your grandmother was conscious until her final breath. She knew exactly what she wanted.
Victoria: What she wanted was irrelevant toward the end. Her mind was slipping, and we all know it.
Attorney Vance: That is entirely incorrect, Mrs. Sterling. Mrs. Eleanor Sterling underwent three independent mental evaluations prior to drafting her final directives.
David let out an arrogant, dismissive scoff, adjusting the gold cufflinks at his wrists.
David: Let’s just speed this up, Vance. We have a board meeting at four regarding the offshore liquid assets.
Attorney Vance: Very well. As the court-appointed executor of the Sterling trust fund and real estate holdings, I must remind everyone that this proceeding is recorded.
Victoria: Oh, please. Just tell us the distribution of the family trust and the primary mansion.
Attorney Vance: Before any assets are disbursed, there is a specific clause regarding a pending prenup agreement and a private audit.
David shifted in his chair, his easy smile tightening at the corners of his mouth.
David: What kind of audit? My grandmother gave me full authority over the accounts three months ago.
Attorney Vance: Did she, Mr. Sterling? Because according to the sworn affidavit inside this red folder, she discovered millions missing from her medical reserves.
Maya: She asked you where the money went, David. You told her she was imagining things.
David: Shut your mouth, Maya!
Attorney Vance: Do not raise your voice in this office, sir. If you interrupt again, security will escort you out before the primary beneficiary is named.
Maya looked down at the simple silver band on her finger, remembering the cold, frail hand that had placed it there just forty-eight hours ago, whispering a single warning that was about to blow this room apart.
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