Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
“The risk is yours,” Vance said, taking the toothpick out of his mouth. “But right now, your wife has forty-two percent of your company’s shares in a trust.”
“Forty-two,” I said.
“And she has a power of attorney that kicks in if you are incapacitated,” Brandon added, his voice flat.
I looked down at the grease shining on Vance’s plate.
“If I agree to this, how long do you need?” I asked.
“Three days to set up the monitoring on your corporate server,” Vance said. “We will watch every transaction in real-time.”
“And my personal accounts?” I asked.
“Those too,” Vance said. “We need to see if she is moving cash out of your joint household funds.”
I took a slow breath, the smell of the diner’s griddle suddenly making me feel slightly lightheaded.
“Do it,” I said.
Vance nodded, then reached for his fork again.
“Go home, Robert,” Brandon said. “Act like nothing is wrong. We will handle the paperwork from our office.”
I left them there in the booth, the bell above the diner door jingling as I stepped out into the cold morning air.
