Two days later a friend told me Brian and Kayla were celebrating in the mansion with champagne and plans for a nursery. Kayla was already calling the upstairs suite their room, and I almost admired how reckless they were.
They were celebrating inside a structure built to remove them, and they had no idea. Saturday morning arrived bright and calm, and instead of going to the house, I sat in my father’s office in Dallas with my legal team, banker, and board members.
Callahan placed four folders on the table, and each one contained a different piece of Brian’s collapse. Unauthorized corporate spending, trust violation triggers, secret deals with a competitor, and detailed financial records of everything he tried to hide.
“When does he find out?” I asked.
“At noon the house action begins,” Callahan replied calmly. “By early afternoon, everything else will follow.”
At eleven thirty, I received a video of Brian raising a glass on the terrace. “To new beginnings,” he said, while Kayla leaned into him and smiled like she had already won.