“In a nutshell,” Fredrick continued, “Cole Henderson is setting up a trust fund for Zachary.”
Amber couldn’t hold her tongue. “How incredibly magnanimous of him.”
Fredrick gave her a surprised look.
Destiny grabbed her knee under the table.
“What?” Amber looked at them both. “He steals a billion dollars from Zachary, and now he wants to set up a trust fund? What is it, for college or something?”
She wasn’t clear on what it had to do with her. Maybe Cole wanted her to believe he was taking care of Zachary so she wouldn’t go gunning for him.
Wasn’t that a rule of a good con? Make sure the mark’s not too angry with you when you leave? She was sure she’d seen that in a movie somewhere.
Fredrick cleared his throat. “My client has requested that Ms. Welsley, Amber, be named trustee with full power to make all decisions regarding the trust fund until Zachary Henderson reaches the age of eighteen.”
“Sure,” said Amber with a careless shrug. “I’ll make sure he gets to college.”
This time, Fredrick seemed to be fighting a smile. He slid a sheaf of papers across the table to Destiny. “The trust fund will also provide a salary for Amber.”
“I’m not taking any of the money for myself,” Amber scoffed. “Just because certain other people believe it is perfectly acceptable to—”
“Amber,” Destiny interrupted.
“—use a defenseless baby as a means to—”
“Amber!”
Amber snapped her mouth shut. “What?”
“It says all proceeds from the sale of Coast Eagle Airlines.”
The words didn’t mean anything to Amber.
Destiny spoke slowly, articulating each word. “All the proceeds from the sale of Coast Eagle go into the trust for Zachary.”
Amber cocked her head sideways, struggling to make sense of Destiny’s words. “I’m not following.”