Purple.
Blue.
Yellow.
Gone.
The paperwork multiplied.
That took longer to disappear.
Within six weeks, the financial picture became clear.
Holloway Capital was not merely struggling.
It was approaching collapse.
Adrian had guaranteed loans personally.
Victoria had pledged assets she did not fully own.
They needed approximately eleven million dollars to survive the next refinancing cycle.
My trust distribution would not have solved everything.
But it could have bought time.
More importantly, my father’s portfolio contained unencumbered securities strong enough to secure new lending.
All Adrian needed was access.
Or my signature.
Or control over someone who possessed both.
Rebecca showed me a draft agreement recovered from a laptop backup.
My name appeared nineteen times.
I had never seen it.
The agreement would appoint Adrian manager of a family investment entity.
Victoria would serve as “senior family adviser.”
I would contribute the majority of the assets.
They would control the votes.
