Chapter 13 - THE SECOND FORGERY

By Thursday afternoon, the room was suffocating. Marcus and his team of financial analysts were frantically combing through offshore bank accounts, trying to secure emergency bridge financing to cover the forty-two million dollars before the Friday 5:00 PM deadline.
Every major bank in Wall Street turned us down. The publicity surrounding Nathan’s arrest and the pending SEC investigation made Vance & Co. a toxic asset.
At 4:00 PM, Julian Sterling walked into my mother’s private brownstone in Greenwich Village, where I was reviewing old corporate ledgers. He carried a heavy leather satchel.
"You look exhausted, Emma," Julian said, setting the satchel on the desk.
"We have twenty-four hours to raise forty-two million dollars, or my aunt liquidates the company," I said, rubbing my temples. "My mother spent her entire life protecting this brand, and it’s going to end because I trusted Nathan."
"Your mother didn't just protect the brand, Emma," Julian said quietly. "She hid things in plain sight."
He unbuckled his satchel and pulled out a sealed manila envelope bearing a faded red wax stamp.
"What is that?" I asked.
"Before Celeste died on the pier, she dropped her handbag into the backseat of my car during the confusion," Julian revealed, sliding the envelope toward me. "Inside was a duplicate key to a private safety deposit box at HSBC on Fifth Avenue. I opened it two hours ago."
I broke the wax seal and pulled out a stack of documents dated June 12, 1999—the year my father allegedly died in the plane crash.
As I scanned the pages, my breath caught in my throat.
It was an original Co-Trusteeship Agreement for Vance & Co.
My mother’s signature was on the right side. On the left side was my father’s signature: Arthur Vance. But beneath Arthur’s signature was a secondary, sealed clause that had never been filed with the SEC.
The clause stated that in the event of Arthur Vance’s death or incapacitation, fifty percent of his personal voting shares were to be held in an irrevocable blind trust—managed exclusively by a third-party executor.
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The name of the executor was printed in crisp black ink:
Julian Sterling.