Rachel, please tell me you kept the blue binder.
I had.
It was sitting inside a locked storage box in my attorney's former office, untouched for almost seven years.
At the time, I had no idea why June was afraid to explain anything over the phone.
Now I understood.
“Your Honor,” I said, “I have provided copies of the original shareholder ledger and the company's annual ownership acknowledgments. I am not asking the court to reach a final determination today.”
I glanced toward June.
“I am asking that these records be preserved and examined before my husband is permitted to dispose of assets whose ownership is disputed.”
Daniel pushed his chair backward.
“Rachel, what the hell are you talking about?”
“Mr. Mercer-Hollis,” Judge Mercer warned.
He sat down.
Cole requested time to review the documents. The judge agreed and directed both sides to exchange the remaining financial records through the appropriate discovery process.
Then she turned toward me.
“Mrs. Lane, you mentioned transactions you did not authorize. Are these transactions recent?”
“Yes.”
“How recent?”
“Some occurred within the past six months.”
Daniel looked sharply toward Vanessa.
The movement lasted barely a second.
