The bright morning sun shone down on the glass windows of the executive boardroom, but the bright light did little to warm up the cold panic that suddenly filled the room. The words spoken by the chief financial officer hung in the air like a heavy dark cloud. Fifty million dollars of company money was currently flying across the ocean toward a secret bank account in Switzerland.

Clara stood up from the chairman seat, her hands resting firmly on the polished mahogany wood. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but her face remained cool, sharp, and completely focused. She refused to let Marcus steal her family legacy and escape to...