LOGINThe Stranger With Answers
I barely slept. I spent the night at Aunt Ritas place on her couch because I could not go back to my apartment. I knew Elena would probably be there by morning moving her things in and making herself at home in the life I had built over the three years. Aunt Rita did not ask me questions. She just looked at me standing at her door with a bag of clothes I had grabbed from Chloes car. She just opened the door wider. Said come in. I loved her for that. I could not sleep. Thought about the message I got. About the papers. About my signature on a document I had never seen before. By eight thirty I was already outside the coffee shop on Birch Street. I almost did not go in. I stood outside for a minute telling myself this was a bad idea. I thought about all the surprises I had in the twenty four hours and I did not need any more. Then I thought about Elenas voice. I remembered what she said: “By the time she figures it out it will be too late”. That made me go inside. There was a woman sitting alone at a corner table. She was in her thirties with sharp eyes and she had a slim folder on the table in front of her. She looked up the moment I walked in like she already knew what I looked like. "Sofia Wren " she said. It was not a question. I sat down across her. "Who are you?" I asked. "My name is Claire " she said. "I work for Ethan Voss." I had never heard of him before so I told her that. "I know " she said. "That is part of the problem." She opened the folder. Slid it across the table toward me. I looked down at the papers. It was the document from the email but now it was printed out and clear. My name was at the top. My signature was at the bottom. There were pages of language I did not understand but one line caught my eye because it had my fathers company name on it. "What is this?" I asked. "A transfer of rights document " Claire said. "It says you signed it six weeks ago and it transfers fifteen percent of your fathers company shares to someone." I stared at her. "I never signed this " I said. "No " she said. "You did not.. Someone made it look like you did. The signature is a good fake, Sofia. Good enough to fool people if they do not look closely." My hands were flat on the table. They would have started shaking. "Who is the party?" I asked. Claire turned to the page of the folder and pointed. I read the name of the company. Then I saw the name of the director. It was Daven. I sat back in my chair. It all made sense now. The three years we were together the proposal, the wedding planning. It was all a plan. Daven was just using me to get to my fathers company. I had let him in. I had given him access to everything. "Why does Ethan Voss care about this?" I asked. My voice was quieter than I intended. "Because your fathers company and Voss Holdings have been talking about working for the last four months " Claire said. "If this document is used it will ruin the deal. Mr Voss has been trying to find out who is behind it. It led him to Daven Cole and then to you." "So he sent you to warn me " I said. "He sent me to ask you something " Claire said. She folded her hands on the table. "Mr Voss wants to meet you. In person. Today if possible." I looked at her. "Why would I meet a man I have never heard of?" I asked. "Because " Claire said, "he is the person who can stop this document from being used.. If he does not help your father could lose fifteen percent of everything he has built.. You will be the one who signed it away." The coffee shop was quiet around us. Someone was ordering at the counter. A chair scraped behind me. It all seemed normal but my world was falling apart. I thought about my father. How hard he had worked. I thought about what it would do, to him if he found out. Then I thought about Daven sitting in our apartment planning his move. I looked at Claire. "When does he want to meet?" I asked. "This afternoon " she said. "I can take you there now if you are ready." I was not ready. I had not. I was wearing borrowed clothes.. I thought about what Claire had just told me and I thought about Elenas voice. I said, "Give me ten minutes." Claire. Looked back down at her folder. I pulled out my phone. Sat still for a moment. Then I opened my contacts. Found my fathers name. My finger hovered over his number. I needed to tell him. I did not want to scare him until I knew everything. I dropped my phone face down on the table. First I would meet Ethan Voss. Then I would tell my father. I just had no idea that going to Ethan Vosss office that afternoon would change everything.Nobody slept.Ethan got his team to search the building within twenty minutes of getting the message. They looked at security footage and access logs. They checked every person who had entered and exited since we got there. Ethan worked fast and quiet. I watched him from across the room. Thought about what he had said.Both of us.He said it like it meant something more than just the shares, the trust and my uncle. Like it was about something else entirely. I did not know what to think about that so I put it aside and focused on what was right in front of us.Someone in this building was reporting to my uncle.I looked at each face carefully.My mother—She was scared and broken when she came here. It was not her.My father—He kept this secret for twenty years to protect me. It was not him.Grace— She spent four years gathering evidence even when it was hard for her. It was not her.Victoria—She just got here. She had barely said a word.Then there was Daven.Daven who came to us with
Nobody moved for a time.The woman stood inside the door looking at Ethan. Ethan stood across the room looking at her.. I stood between them trying to figure out what was happening."Who is she? " I asked.Ethan did not answer. "Her name is Victoria, " he said finally. "She is my mother."The room became very quiet.My father stood up slowly. He looked at Victoria with an expression that was hard to understand. It was not surprise it was something"You two know each other " I said, looking at my father and Victoria."A long time ago " Victoria said, still looking at me. She was looking at me in a way that felt deliberate. "You have your grandmother's eyes, " she said softly."My grandmother, " I said."Your fathers mother, " she said. "We were friends before everything fell apart."I looked at Ethan. For the time since I met Ethan Voss, he did not seem to know what to do next."This can wait until morning, " my father said quietly. "Everyone needs to rest. There is much to talk abo
My father arrived at the house just before midnight.He looked older than the time I had seen him. Not just tired, he looked older in a way that people do when they have been carrying something for a very long time and it finally becomes too much to hide.He hugged me at the door a hug that said sorry before he even said a word.My mother came out of the bedroom when she heard his voice and they looked at each other across the room something passed between them that I did not understand, something old and complicated that was not meant for my eye.Ethan stepped back to give us some space and I caught his eye as he moved he gave me a nod, a nod that said I am here I am not going anywhere.My father sat down,He looked at me the way parents look at their children when they are about to say something important,something they should have said a long time ago."How much do you know " my father said."About the trust about trust , about the will about all of it " I said.My father nodded slow
I opened the door.And both of them turned to look at me.Daven was sitting on the edge of the bed. Ethan stood with his arms folded, his back against the wall. Neither Daven nor Ethan looked surprised to see me. It was like they both knew I would come."What else?" I said. I looked at Daven. "What did you not tell us about the company and my family?"Daven looked at Ethan. Ethan gave a nod. Then Daven looked back at me."When your uncle first approached me " Daven said, "he told me something about you, Sofia.,About why he needed you. I thought it was just him justifying himself making the whole thing sound bigger than it was.. Now I think he was telling the truth.""Say it " I said to Daven.Daven took a breath."Your grandfather did not just leave the company to your father in the altered will, " he said. "He also set up a trust, a private one. The trust has conditions attached to it. It can only be accessed by a female heir of the family like you Sofia. Not your father, not your un
Ethan moved away.He was across the room before I could say a word, his hand out telling me to keep the call going. He pulled out his phone. Typed fast. I watched him send a message to someone on his team. Tracing the call I thought. I kept the phone to my ear."You went quiet, " the voice said. Still calm. "That is okay. I will wait. I have been waiting a long time.""Who are you? " I said. Even though I already knew."You know who I am Sofia. Grace told you. Ethan told you. I think even your mom told you by now. In her way."His voice was not like I had imagined. I had thought he would sound scary.. He sounded normal. Like a man on a business call.That made him scarier. Not less."What do you want? " I said."The thing I have always wanted, " he said. "What belongs to me. Half of what my dad built. Half of what my brother has had for thirty years while I was left with nothing.""So go to court, " I said. "If the original ‘will’exists, use it. Why all of this? Why Daven? Why me?"A p
The safe house was an apartment on the floor of a building owned by Ethan. He owned it through a company with a name that couldn't be traced back to him.My mother and Grace were in one room. Daven was in another room with two of Ethan's security team outside his door. He wasn't a prisoner. He wasn't free either.Ethan and I were in the room. We were alone. For the time since all this started there were no contracts between us, no audience, no event to perform for. Just the two of us. Everything that had been said and unsaid since I walked into his office.I sat on the couch. Looked at Ethan."Tell me what happened to the person before me, " I said.He was standing by the window. He didn't turn around."Ethan, " I said.He turned."Her name was Nadia, " he said. "She worked for your fathers company seven years ago. She was an accountant. She was sharp and careful. She noticed some things in the books that nobody else had caught and she started asking questions."I said nothing. I just







