If a court approved temporary guardianship, Dominic could exercise voting control over Corvino Maritime while Arya received authority over my personal medical decisions and household assets.
Pier Nineteen appeared in the appendix.
A pending transfer.
Estimated value: one hundred and eighty-four million dollars.
I looked at Tessa.
“When was this printed?”
“Yesterday afternoon.”
“Did Arya see you find it?”
“No.”
My hands were trembling.
Not fear.
Rage.
Tessa noticed.
“Don't do anything stupid.”
I laughed once, without humor.
“You're telling me that?”
“Yes.”
“You have any idea who you're talking to?”
“Unfortunately.”
I crushed the edge of the paper.
“I could have Dominic here in ten minutes.”
“And then what?”
The question snapped through the room.
“What?”
“You're angry. Good. Be angry. But don't be dumb because you're angry.”
My eyes narrowed.
She stepped closer.
“They already think you're trapped in this room. Let them keep thinking it.”
No one had spoken to me like that since my mother died.
