of the cabin. She stopped in her tracks, her hand gripping the edge of the galley partition for support.
“My driver is waiting outside,” Evan continued, his voice calm and free of mockery. “I believe it would be in your best interest to accompany me directly to the board meeting.”
Darla swallowed hard, her mouth terribly dry as she looked up into his steady, observant brown eyes. “Why would I get in a car with you after what just happened?” she asked softly.
“Because your husband is currently attempting to liquidate corporate accounts before noon,” Evan answered without hesitation. “And you are the co-signer on the private trust he is using to execute the transfer.”
The words struck Darla with physical force, making her head spin as the corridor appeared to narrow. She had signed documents Daniel had placed before her for years, never bothering to read the fine print.
