“Your father is alive?”
“Yes.”
“You lied to me.”
“I repeated the public statement required by a federal protection order.”
“What protection order?”
My father placed the mansion deed on a nearby table.
“The one issued after someone sabotaged my aircraft eight years ago.”
The ballroom became silent again.
Grant looked at his mother.
Mavis’s face had gone gray.
My father continued.
“The investigation eventually led to the same shell companies now connected to Holloway Meridian.”
Grant shook his head.
“No. My father is dead.”
“Victor Holloway died,” Julian said. “His financial records did not.”
Victor had founded Holloway Meridian.
Grant spent years telling reporters his father built the company through discipline and instinct.
What Grant did not know was that Victor’s largest expansion had been funded through stolen Bellamy technology, false property transfers, and an attempted takeover that ended with my father’s plane falling into the Atlantic.
