I had thought the frozen grocery card was the worst thing Daniel could do to me. I was wrong. When I met Mr. Holloway at the bank, he showed me a transfer request Daniel had submitted to move the master guarantee authority on our corporate credit facility out of the family trust and entirely into his own name. If approved, Daniel could borrow against the fleet, drain the reserves, and restructure the company without my signature. The grocery card had been a distraction, something small and humiliating while he quietly made a much larger move behind my back.

Then Mr. Holloway pointed to the bottom of the document. There were two signatures. Daniel’s was first. Beneath it was mine. I stared at it, unable to believe what I was seeing. “That isn’t my signature,” I whispered. Mr. Holloway compared it with the genuine signatures in my file. The difference was obvious. Then he picked up the phone and called the bank’s compliance officer.