Grant swallowed.
Seraphina turned toward the screen.
“Bellamy Holdings has made no such commitment.”
The room changed instantly.
Bankers stopped smiling.
A reporter began typing.
Grant’s face lost color.
“There must be a misunderstanding.”
“There is.”
Seraphina touched the remote.
The forged authorization letter appeared on the screen.
“The misunderstanding is that someone believed attaching my forged signature to a financing letter would make it genuine.”
Delaney froze.
Grant looked at her.
“Sera, listen—”
“The document was created yesterday at 11:42 p.m. from a Holloway Meridian corporate laptop assigned to Ms.
Delaney Cross.”
Every camera turned.
Delaney’s mouth opened.
“That’s not—”
“The file metadata, internal email history, and access logs have been preserved by independent digital forensic counsel.”
Julian stepped forward.
Grant’s voice cracked.
“You planned this.”
“No.”
For the first time, Seraphina sounded sad.
“I planned to reveal that I owned Bellamy Holdings.”
She held his gaze.
