My mother locked me in a room with five high-powered lawyers and expected me to sign away everything my father had left me. What she didn’t know was that I wasn’t the ordinary government employee my family had always dismissed me as. I was Colonel Sienna Sterling, commander of a specialized military intelligence unit, and while she thought she was cornering a grieving daughter, I was quietly counting the five attorneys around the table and waiting for them to discover that I had prepared an ambush of my own. –

His private document indexing system.

My smile disappeared.

“Where did you get this?” I asked.

My mother folded her arms.

“From your father’s records.”

“Which records?”

“That is none of your concern.”

One of the attorneys shifted in his chair.

That told me enough.

I looked at him.

Gray suit.

Red tie.

Late fifties.