Chapter 5: Her Mother's Signature
I didn't ask Naomi to repeat herself.
I simply stood in the kitchen, looking at the woman who had once promised she would never keep secrets from me.
"Your mother told you my father agreed to sell the land?""
Naomi nodded.
"She said he had signed an agreement before he died.""
"And you believed her?""
"She showed me documents.""
"What documents?""
She reached into her handbag.
This time, she removed a photograph of a printed agreement.
I took it.
The first page carried my father's name.
The second contained a signature.
At the bottom was a date from three months before his death.
I studied it carefully.
Something looked wrong.
My father had always signed his name with a distinctive upward stroke through the letter C.
This signature was flat.
Almost mechanical.
I remembered Helen's report.
"Where did you get this?""
"My mother.""
"When?""
"About four months ago.""
I stared at her.
"Four months ago, you knew my father supposedly wanted to sell the property.""
"Yes.""
"And you didn't tell me.""
"Marcus, I thought it was already settled.""
"Settled by whom? My dead father?""
She flinched.
I placed the document on the counter.
"Did you show this to Ethan?""
"Yes.""
"Did you give him a copy?""
She hesitated.
Then nodded.
I felt my hands tighten.
"Naomi, listen carefully. If this document is fake, you may have helped distribute evidence of a fraudulent property transfer.""
Her face drained of color.
"What?""
"You signed confidentiality agreements. You accepted money. You gave them information about the land. And now you're telling me you helped them use a document with my father's forged signature.""
"I didn't know it was forged!""
"Then why didn't you ask me?""
She started crying again.
"Because I didn't want to lose everything.""
I stared at her.
"What exactly were you afraid of losing?""
"My career.""
I said nothing.
"Ethan promised me a senior position after the development was approved. He said I would lead the urban research division.""
"So you chose your career over telling me the truth.""
She wiped her cheeks.
"I chose a future.""
I looked at her for a long time.
Then I opened the front door.
"Your five minutes are over.""
"Marcus, please.""
"Go.""
She stood motionless.
"Can I at least explain what happened with Ethan?""
I didn't answer.
She walked toward the door, then turned around.
"One day, you'll understand why I made these decisions.""
I looked directly at her.
"I already understand.""
She waited.
"You wanted a better life. You just didn't care whose life you had to destroy to get it.""
Her face crumpled.
Then she left.
I closed the door.
For several minutes, I stood with my forehead against the wood.
I wasn't angry anymore.
I was exhausted.
At Helen's office, I handed over the photograph Naomi had brought.
Helen examined it under a desk lamp.
"Don't touch the original again until we've documented it.""
"Can you confirm it's fake?""
"Not from a photograph. But the signature appears consistent with the document we already examined.""
She picked up the phone and contacted the forensic examiner.
After giving him the details, she turned toward me.
"Marcus, there's a possibility that the forged document was used to secure financing.""
"Meaning?""
"Riverside Holdings may have represented to its investors that the land transfer had already been approved.""
I leaned forward.
"Can they do that?""
"Not legally. But if they submitted false documents to obtain financing, that could create a serious problem.""
I thought about the people who had been sitting around the marble table.
The confident smiles.
The presentations.
The way Ethan had spoken as if the land already belonged to him.
"Can we stop the project?""
Helen nodded.
"If we establish that the agreement was forged, we can seek an emergency injunction. But I want more evidence before filing.""
She opened a second folder.
"There's also a person we need to speak with.""
"Who?""
"Margaret Reed.""
I shook my head.
"She won't talk to me.""
"She might talk to me.""
Helen picked up her phone.
"I've already requested a meeting.""
I frowned.
"When?""
"Yesterday.""
She turned the screen toward me.
A response had arrived.
*Margaret Reed:* I will meet with you tomorrow. But I will only discuss this matter in the presence of my daughter.
Helen looked at me.
"That should be interesting.""
The following afternoon, we met Margaret at a private dining room inside the Grand Carlton Hotel.
She arrived ten minutes late.
Her cream-colored handbag was placed carefully on the table.
She wore pearl earrings and a tailored black dress.
She looked exactly like the woman who had once told me I wasn't good enough for her daughter.
"Marcus," she said, barely acknowledging me.
"Margaret.""
She turned toward Helen.
"Ms. Brooks. I assume you understand this is a private family matter.""
Helen smiled politely.
"Property fraud involving a multimillion-dollar development is not a private family matter.""
Margaret's smile disappeared.
Naomi arrived a few minutes later.
She looked at her mother, then at me.
"Can we please keep this civil?""
Helen opened her folder.
"Let's begin with the transfer document.""
Margaret crossed her legs.
"I don't know what you're referring to.""
Helen placed a copy on the table.
"This document bears Arthur Carter's signature. Our preliminary examination indicates it was forged.""
Margaret glanced at it.
Then she reached for her water.
"Your examination is preliminary.""
"Correct. But the document was submitted to Riverside Holdings as evidence of the transfer.""
"I was asked to help organize paperwork.""
"By whom?""
Margaret looked at Naomi.
Naomi lowered her eyes.
"By Victor Lang's legal team," Margaret answered.
Helen leaned forward.
"Did you sign Arthur Carter's name?""
Margaret gave a short laugh.
"Absolutely not.""
"Did you submit the document?""
"I submitted paperwork that was given to me.""
"Who gave it to you?""
Margaret's expression hardened.
"I don't remember.""
Helen closed the folder.
"Then perhaps the financial records will help.""
She placed another page on the table.
A bank transfer.
Two million dollars.
The recipient was a company registered under Margaret's name.
For the first time, Margaret looked genuinely unsettled.
"Where did you get that?""
"That's not relevant.""
"It absolutely is.""
"Did you receive two million dollars from Victor Lang?""
Margaret sat back.
"That was an investment.""
"In what?""
"In a private business.""
"Was it connected to Riverside?""
"No.""
Helen placed the original cooperative agreement beside the bank record.
"Your signature appears on this document. It states that you transferred your family's cooperative interest in exchange for the payment.""
Margaret looked at Naomi.
"Who gave you these papers?""
Naomi whispered, "Mother, please just tell them.""
Margaret turned sharply.
"Don't interfere.""
Naomi's eyes filled.
"You told me Dad had already settled everything.""
Margaret froze.
Then she looked at me.
"Your father was a difficult man, Marcus. He made promises he couldn't keep.""
"He kept every promise he made to me.""
Margaret laughed.
"Arthur was a stubborn old mechanic who believed the world owed him something.""
I stood.
"Don't speak about my father like that.""
Helen touched my arm.
"Sit down, Marcus.""
I slowly returned to my chair.
Margaret took a sip of water.
"Your father refused a reasonable offer. He held everyone hostage because he wanted to protect a few worthless buildings.""
"Those buildings belonged to families.""
"And those families would be better off with money.""
"Did you ask them?""
She didn't answer.
Helen opened another document.
"There's something else. The original agreement contains a restoration clause. If the transfer was obtained through misrepresentation, your family's interest can be reinstated.""
Margaret's face tightened.
"That's impossible.""
"Why?""
"Because Victor already dealt with that.""
Helen raised an eyebrow.
"Dealt with it how?""
Margaret suddenly looked at Naomi.
"Tell them.""
Naomi shook her head.
"Mother...""
"Tell them what Ethan said.""
Naomi's voice trembled.
"He said the original agreement was destroyed.""
I looked at her.
"Destroyed?""
She nodded.
"Ethan told me there was no surviving copy.""
Helen remained perfectly still.
"Did you believe him?""
Naomi looked at the table.
"Yes.""
I felt something cold move through my chest.
My father had kept the original agreement.
He had hidden it in a storage unit.
And these people had been telling everyone it no longer existed.
Margaret stood abruptly.
"This meeting is over.""
Helen didn't move.
"Not quite.""
She slid one final document across the table.
It was a copy of the original restoration clause.
Margaret stared at it.
Then she whispered something.
"Arthur was supposed to destroy that.""
I stopped breathing.
Helen looked up.
"Excuse me?""
Margaret realized what she had said.
Her mouth closed.
I leaned forward.
"How did you know my father had it?""
She grabbed her handbag.
"I have nothing more to say.""
"Margaret.""
She stopped.
I looked at her.
"Did my father know you were being paid by Victor Lang?""
Her face hardened.
Then she delivered the sentence that changed the entire meeting.
"Your father knew everything, Marcus.""
She glanced at Naomi.
"Even about the money he left behind for your mother.""
Naomi went pale.
"My mother?""
Margaret looked at her daughter.
Then at me.
"Arthur promised to protect both families. But when he died, he left you everything.""
Helen slowly closed her folder.
"That's a very serious allegation.""
Margaret smiled without warmth.
"Then perhaps you should ask Marcus where his father got the money to establish that trust.""
She walked out.
Naomi remained seated.
I turned toward her.
"What did she mean?""
Naomi shook her head.
"I don't know.""
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But her expression told me she was remembering something.
Something she had been trying very hard to forget.
