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. –

Julian exhaled impatiently.

“Sienna, you don’t even care about money.”

“That’s what people say when they want yours.”

“I’m serious. What are you going to do with a construction company?”

“Whatever the lawful owner decides.”

“You’re impossible.”

I turned another page.

Then another.

And there it was.

The yellow divider.

Behind it sat a photocopy of a document titled:

SUPPLEMENTAL TESTAMENTARY INSTRUCTION.

My heartbeat slowed.

Not accelerated.

Slowed.

That was what happened when I became completely focused.

The page had my father’s signature at the bottom.

Arthur M. Sterling.

Dated nine months earlier.

Two witness signatures.

A notary seal.

And one paragraph highlighted in blue.

I read it twice.

Then I looked at Martin Hale.

“You knew this was in here.”