The Missing Heir(122)
“Cole is putting the whole billion into a trust fund for Zachary.”
“Dollars?” Amber asked in a dry whisper.
“To be managed by you, as accountant, and he’s suggested me as legal counsel, but you have discretion over that.” Destiny sent a glance to Fredrick.
Fredrick nodded his confirmation.
Destiny continued, “Until Zachary is eighteen, at which time an orderly and gradual dispersal will begin to move control to Zachary.”
Amber swiped her hair back from her forehead. “I know I’m a little tired. But I thought you just said Cole put me in charge of all of the money.”
“He did,” said Destiny, a grin nearly splitting her face.
“And unlimited trips to Alaska,” said Fredrick. He leaned forward and pointed to a spot on the page. “You get an annual salary, benefits and he was very specific about the unlimited trips to Alaska.”
Amber instantly woke up. Her mind flashed back to the fight they’d had in Cole’s office. I have a plan, he’d said. A plan for us. I want you to come to Alaska as often as possible.
Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh, no.”
“This is good,” said Destiny. “This is amazing. I’m...” She looked helplessly to Fredrick.
“Mr. Henderson’s instructions are clear and specific,” said Fredrick. “And Galloway, Turner and Hopple is pleased to be working with you. This file will have my personal attention.”
“He wasn’t a fraud,” said Amber, as much to herself as to Destiny.
Cole wasn’t a fraud, and that meant Amber was in love with him. And she’d made a horrible mistake.
* * *
Cole now knew where he’d gone wrong. He never should have left Amber in Atlanta. And he should have brought her in on the decisions around Zachary from the very beginning. He knew she’d seen the trust fund documents; Fredrick confirmed he’d delivered them Friday night.