Chapter 2 - The Signature That Wasn't His.
James stood beneath the foyer chandelier with rainwater dripping from his jacket onto the marble floor.
He read the document again without speaking.
The first page authorized a temporary transfer of management authority over the Mercer estate and several related property accounts.
The second page granted Vanessa the right to approve contractors, household dismissals, emergency repairs, and access to a private property reserve.
The third page contained James’s signature.
It was excellent.
It was also false.
James knew because the person who copied it had made a mistake almost no one noticed.
James always crossed the final letter in Mercer with a short upward stroke.
The signature on the page curved downward.
Vanessa folded her arms.
“You’re making this look much worse than it is.”
James finally lifted his eyes.
“Then make it look better.”
Vanessa glanced at Emma.
“That paper was part of a contingency package.”
“Prepared by whom?”
“The property office.”
“Which property office?”
Vanessa’s jaw tightened.
“You have people for these things, James.”
“I have names for those people.”
Emma stood near the fireplace with a blanket around her shoulders.
One of the older housekeepers, Mrs. Alvarez, had appeared from the service corridor and quietly brought it to her.
Mrs. Alvarez did not ask Vanessa for permission.
James noticed that too.
He held up the paper.
“Where did you get this?”
Emma looked at Vanessa before answering.
“I found it outside the old records room.”
Vanessa scoffed.
“She was snooping.”
Emma shook her head.
“No, ma’am.”
“Don’t call me ma’am like you’re innocent.”
James turned his head slightly.
“Vanessa.”
One word was enough.
She stopped.
Emma continued.
“The east hall was supposed to be closed for repairs.”
James frowned.
“What repairs?”
Vanessa answered immediately.
“Water damage.”
James looked up at the ceiling.
The east wing had its own roofline and had been renovated less than eighteen months earlier.
“No one told me about water damage.”
“You were traveling.”
“I was reachable.”
Vanessa’s eyes flashed with irritation.
“You hired me to handle the house when you were gone.”
“I asked you to oversee events and staff scheduling.”
James tapped the false document with one finger.
“I did not ask you to become me.”
The room went silent.
Emma clutched the blanket tighter.
James turned toward her again.
“Keep going.”
Emma explained that she had been sent to polish the upstairs gallery after dinner.
A side door in the east hall had been left partly open.
She heard voices inside.
One belonged to Vanessa.
The other belonged to a man Emma did not recognize.
They were arguing about dates.
The man kept saying Friday had to remain the transfer date because James would still be away.
Vanessa insisted the signature was already good enough.
Emma had tried to leave before anyone saw her.
Then a folder slid beneath the door.
She picked it up.
That was when Vanessa stepped into the hall.
Vanessa’s face hardened as Emma spoke.
“She is lying.”
James studied her.
“Is she?”
“Yes.”
“Then why were the security cameras turned off?”
Vanessa looked toward the black monitor beside the coat closet.
“The storm.”
James walked to the wall panel.
He pressed the system button.
The screen illuminated.
A message appeared.
MANUAL PRIVACY MODE ENABLED.
James looked back at Vanessa.
“The storm has fingers now?”
Mrs. Alvarez lowered her eyes to hide a reaction.
Vanessa did not answer.
James pressed another control.
The panel requested an administrator code.
He entered his own.
ACCESS DENIED.
That was worse than the disabled cameras.
Someone had changed the administrator credentials.
James’s phone was still wet from the rain, but it worked.
He called Paul Reyes.
The call went directly to voicemail.
He tried again.
Same result.
Vanessa began walking toward the stairs.
“I’m going to bed.”
James turned.
“No.”
She stopped on the first step.
“You don’t get to order me around like a servant.”
“This has nothing to do with servants.”
James held up the forged document.
“This has to do with someone preparing to move control of my property while I was out of town.”
Vanessa gave a short, humorless laugh.
“Do you hear yourself?”
“Yes.”
“You think I’m trying to steal your mansion?”
“I think Emma found something you were desperate to take away from her.”
Vanessa’s eyes flicked toward Emma again.
James saw the fear there now.
Not fear of him.
Fear of what Emma knew.
James walked to the bottom of the staircase.
“Who was in the east wing tonight?”
“No one.”
Emma spoke from behind him.
“That isn’t true.”
Vanessa spun around.
Emma went pale but continued.
“I saw a man leave through the service staircase.”
James asked the obvious question.
“What did he look like?”
Emma took a breath.
“Gray hair.”
“Anything else?”
“He carried a brown leather case.”
James’s expression changed.
Vanessa noticed.
Emma noticed too.
James knew a man with gray hair who carried a brown leather document case everywhere.
His name was Arthur Bell.
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Arthur had been the Mercer family attorney for twenty-two years.
James had fired him six months earlier.
