Chapter 1 - THE GIRL ON THE MARBLE FLOOR
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It ends with me standing in the foyer of the Georgia mansion I had bought for my daughter fifteen years earlier.
Emma was twenty-four now.
And instead of living in the house as its owner, she was kneeling on the marble floor in a faded cleaning uniform while my sister Rachel stood above her holding a glass of wine.
I did not yell.
I did not ask Rachel why my daughter looked underfed, frightened, and exhausted.
I pulled out my phone and called Nathan Brooks, the attorney who had managed my American estate while I built my logistics company overseas.
When he answered, I said four words.
“**Activate the trust audit.**”
Rachel’s wineglass stopped halfway to her mouth.
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That was the first time I knew she understood exactly what those words meant.
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