Chapter 6
While the hearse drove west toward the suburban crematorium, Grant’s black sports car sped toward downtown Philadelphia.
Grant and Tessa walked into the forty-second floor of the glass skyscraper housing Brenner & Associates.
David Brenner, my family’s chief corporate attorney for thirty years, sat behind a wide mahogany desk.
He looked up at Grant over his gold-rimmed reading glasses, his face completely unreadable.
“Grant,” David said, gesturing toward the two leather armchairs. “Miss Lane.”
“Let’s skip the pleasantries, David,” Grant said, sitting down and crossing his legs confidently.
“Nora passed away at 4:12 AM yesterday at Penn Presbyterian.”
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“I brought the death certificate signed by Dr. Harrison.”
“I need you to execute the primary trust transfer for Harrison BioTech immediately.”
