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Sabrina looked at Grant.
“You said those were legitimate development vehicles.”
Grant snapped, “They were.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me Claire didn’t know about them?”
Grant looked at me.
“Because Claire knows everything about the company.”
“Not everything,” I said. “Not until six weeks ago.”
I picked up another folder from the console.
“After you asked for the divorce, I reviewed every transaction above fifty thousand dollars from the last two years.”
“You had no authority.”
“I’m chief design officer and a forty-six-percent shareholder.”
His expression tightened.
“I found consulting payments to companies with no employees. Vendor contracts tied to your college roommate. Reimbursements for hotels where no company meetings occurred.”
Sabrina looked away.
“And,” I continued, “a power of attorney with my forged signature.”
David looked at Grant.
Even he had not known that.
Sabrina whispered, “Forged?”
Grant laughed too quickly.
“Claire loves drama.”
I held up a copy.
“This document authorized the transfer of development rights from Rowan Architectural Holdings.”
Grant’s eyes immediately flicked toward it.
Recognition.
I had wondered whether he knew about the document personally.
Now I had my answer.
“You recognize this?”
“No.”
“You looked at the signature before you looked at the title.”
His jaw tightened.
My attorney, Nolan Pierce, stepped into the room from the hallway.
Grant nearly swore.
Nolan placed a tablet on the table.
“The original is currently secured with outside counsel,” he said. “We also have server access logs showing the file was uploaded from the computer assigned to Grant’s executive assistant.”
Grant pointed at him.
“You are participating in theft of privileged corporate data.”
“No,” Nolan replied. “I’m preserving materials voluntarily provided by an authorized company officer after discovery of suspected fraud.”