Chapter 3: The Name on the Final Page
Victoria, consumed by her own ego, lunged forward and snatched the envelope from Thorne’s limp grasp. "Fine. I’ll do it myself."
She tore the wax seal, her fingers nimble with greed. She pulled out the document, expecting to see the standard inheritance clauses—her name, her assets, her control. She scanned the first page, her brow furrowing. It was a transfer of ownership, an addendum to the trust, a total restructuring of the board.
"This is nonsense," Victoria spat, her eyes darting across the lines. "This doesn't say... it doesn't give me the majority vote."
She flipped to the final page, the parchment heavy and official. She searched for the signature line. Her eyes widened, and the color drained from her face, leaving her ghostly. The air left the room.
"It says... it says 'Sole Heir and Trustee: Maya Elena Sterling.'"
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Victoria’s knees buckled. She didn't drop the paper; she crushed it in her grip, her knuckles turning white. "This is impossible. Who are you? How did you... how?"
Maya stepped into the light, her gaze unwavering. "Your father knew you would bankrupt this family within a year of his passing. He knew you treated this company as your personal piggy bank. He didn't build this legacy for a name; he built it for a purpose. He named me because I’m the only one who knows how to keep it alive."
