“You really are calmer than I expected,” he said, pouring my whiskey into my glass.
“I learned patience in places where panic gets people killed.”
He laughed, not understanding the warning.
On Friday morning, Grace called. “The forged signatures are enough to freeze the transfers. The medical report supports coercion. And the shell company?”
“Yes?”
“It links to three offshore accounts. Ricardo has been moving money for years.”
I looked through the glass doors at my mother ordering Elena to rearrange flowers with trembling hands.
“Good,” I said. “Bring everything tonight.”
Grace paused. “Alejandro, are you sure you want it public?”
I watched Ricardo place my medal on his chest as a joke and salute the mirror.
“Yes,” I said. “They wanted an audience. Let’s give them one.”
Part 3
By seven o’clock, the house was full of silk dresses, polished shoes, and expensive laughter. Ricardo stood near the fireplace beneath my grandfather’s portrait, pretending legacy could be stolen with a better suit.
Mother touched Elena’s shoulder in front of everyone. Elena stiffened.
“My dear daughter-in-law has been under stress,” Mother announced sweetly. “But tonight we begin fresh. Ricardo will lead the company into a stronger future.”
Applause rippled through the room.
Ricardo raised his glass. “And Alejandro can rest after his service. Some men are built for orders. Others are built to command.”
The guests chuckled.
I waited until the sound died.
“Before the toast,” I said, “I have one correction.”
Mother frowned. “Alejandro, not now.”
