Chapter 7: The University President's Secret
I stared at the third signature.
Dr. Harrison.
The same man who had publicly welcomed me as the principal benefactor of Westbridge University.
The same man who had shaken my hand at graduation while Vanessa stood nearby, watching her entire understanding of my identity collapse.
He had known my father.
He had signed the original settlement.
And somehow, he had kept that secret for twenty-seven years.
"James," I said quietly, "call Dr. Harrison.""
James immediately took out his phone.
"Do you want him brought here?""
"No. Ask him to meet us at the university. Tell him it's about the original Collins settlement.""
James dialed.
Vanessa sat on a metal storage box, staring at the document.
"Do you think he helped my grandmother?""
"I don't know.""
"But why would he keep it secret?""
I examined the signatures.
"Maybe because the truth was dangerous.""
My phone vibrated.
An incoming message from Ethan.
Midnight. Old Reed office. Come alone if you want the original documents.
I showed it to James.
He shook his head.
"He's trying to separate you from security.""
"I know.""
"We should involve the police before we go anywhere.""
"Olivia is already coordinating with them.""
James glanced toward Vanessa.
"She shouldn't be part of this.""
Vanessa immediately stood.
"I'm not going to sit at home while everyone else decides what happens to my grandmother's legacy.""
I looked at her.
"You're not going anywhere near Ethan.""
"I'm not asking permission to protect my family.""
Her voice cracked, but she didn't look away.
For the first time, I saw the woman I had fallen in love with four years earlier.
The woman who had once stayed up all night helping me prepare for an investor presentation.
The woman who had held my hand when my father died.
But memories were not evidence of character.
And neither was regret.
"Fine," I said.
"You'll come with us to see Dr. Harrison. After that, you follow Olivia's instructions.""
Vanessa nodded.
At 5:40 p.m., we arrived at Westbridge University.
Dr. Harrison was waiting in his office.
He stood when we entered.
"Marcus. I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon.""
I placed the settlement document on his desk.
His expression changed.
He slowly removed his glasses.
"Where did you find this?""
"Inside a storage unit belonging to Eleanor Collins.""
He looked at Vanessa.
For a moment, his face softened.
"You're Eleanor's granddaughter.""
Vanessa nodded.
"Did you know my grandmother?""
Dr. Harrison sat down.
"Very well.""
I pulled out the chair opposite him.
"Then perhaps you can explain why your signature is on this agreement.""
He looked at the document for several seconds.
Finally, he sighed.
"Your father asked me to witness it.""
"Why?""
"Because Eleanor was terrified of Richard Whitmore. She needed someone independent who could verify that she had provided the original financial records.""
I leaned forward.
"What happened to those records?""
Dr. Harrison folded his hands.
"Your father kept copies. Eleanor kept the originals. I kept a sealed copy of the settlement.""
"Where?""
He looked toward the bookshelves.
"In the university archives.""
I stared at him.
"You've had the documents all these years?""
"Yes.""
"Why didn't you tell me when I became involved with the university?""
He removed his glasses again.
"Because I promised your father I wouldn't reveal anything unless Richard attempted to use those records against another person.""
I looked at him.
"And now?""
"Now I believe that moment has arrived.""
He stood and walked toward a locked cabinet.
After entering a code, he removed a thick envelope.
The front was marked with my father's handwriting.
*JAMES REED — ORIGINAL COLLINS SETTLEMENT.*
Dr. Harrison placed it on the desk.
"Your father gave this to me three months before he died.""
I opened it.
Inside were bank statements, handwritten ledgers, corporate transfers, and several photographs.
One document caught my attention.
It was a transfer authorization for six million dollars.
Richard Whitmore's company had supposedly paid Eleanor Collins the full settlement.
But the receiving account belonged to a company she had never heard of.
I looked at Dr. Harrison.
"Who owns this company?""
He pointed to the registration papers.
"That's the problem.""
I read the name.
*Foster Financial Services.*
James stepped closer.
"Robert Foster?""
Dr. Harrison nodded.
"Richard's former financial director.""
I felt a chill.
Daniel's father.
The same man whose son had helped forge my signature.
The six million dollars had never reached Eleanor.
It had been diverted through a company controlled by Robert Foster.
I turned another page.
There was a list of additional transfers.
Some went to shell companies.
Others went to accounts associated with Whitmore Construction.
And one payment had been made to a private account under a name I recognized.
Richard Whitmore's wife.
Vanessa leaned closer.
"My grandmother never received the money?""
Dr. Harrison shook his head.
"No. Your grandmother spent the rest of her life believing she had been legally cleared, but she never received the settlement she was promised.""
Vanessa covered her mouth.
"She died without knowing.""
Dr. Harrison looked at her sadly.
"She suspected something. Your father tried to recover the funds, but Richard had already moved the money through several companies.""
I looked at the records.
"Why didn't my father expose him?""
"He tried. Richard threatened to accuse Eleanor of participating in the fraud. He also threatened to damage your father's business.""
"Did Dad back down?""
"No.""
Dr. Harrison pointed to a handwritten letter.
"He was preparing a criminal complaint when he became ill.""
I read the letter.
It was dated two weeks before my father's death.
If Richard Whitmore ever attempts to repeat this scheme, the records must be released. He cannot be allowed to use another family as he used Eleanor's.
I swallowed.
My father had known this day might come.
He had tried to leave me a warning.
But he hadn't lived long enough to explain it.
Dr. Harrison closed the envelope.
"Marcus, there is one more thing.""
"What?""
"Richard came to see me last month.""
My eyes narrowed.
"Why?""
"He wanted to know whether the university still held any documents relating to Eleanor Collins.""
"Did you tell him?""
"No.""
"Did he threaten you?""
Dr. Harrison looked toward the window.
"He offered the university a substantial donation.""
I stared at him.
"How substantial?""
"Ten million dollars.""
Vanessa let out a shocked breath.
I remained silent.
Dr. Harrison continued.
"He said the money would establish a permanent scholarship program. In exchange, he wanted the old settlement documents destroyed.""
I shook my head.
"Ten million dollars to destroy evidence.""
"Yes.""
"Did you refuse?""
"Immediately.""
I looked at the envelope.
"Then why didn't you contact me?""
Dr. Harrison lowered his eyes.
"Because I received another visit.""
"From whom?""
"Daniel Foster.""
James stepped forward.
"When?""
"Two weeks ago. He claimed to represent a private investment group interested in supporting the university.""
"What did he want?""
"Access to the archives.""
I looked at James.
Daniel had been planning this for weeks.
Perhaps longer.
Dr. Harrison continued.
"He knew about the sealed envelope. He also knew your father had instructed me to preserve it.""
I closed the folder.
"Did he get inside the archives?""
Dr. Harrison nodded.
"He entered the building after hours.""
"Did he steal anything?""
"No. The original documents remained locked away.""
I stared at him.
"Why?""
The president's expression darkened.
"Because someone warned me.""
"Who?""
He opened a drawer and removed a small photograph.
It showed my father standing beside Dr. Harrison.
On the back, in my father's handwriting, were six words.
If necessary, trust Margaret Lewis.
I looked at the president.
He gave a tired smile.
"Your father knew exactly who could be trusted.""
At 8:10 p.m., Olivia called.
"Marcus, we've received a preliminary report from the bank.""
"What happened?""
"The Whitmore loan application has been suspended.""
I exhaled.
"Good.""
"There's a problem, though.""
"Go ahead.""
"The bank discovered that a second application was submitted through a different financial institution. This one includes the original Reed guarantee and the Collins signature.""
"Where?""
"Coastal National Bank.""
I frowned.
"How much?""
"Forty-two million dollars.""
"Same project?""
"Yes. But there's something else. They listed a secondary asset as collateral.""
"What asset?""
Olivia hesitated.
"An industrial property owned by the Collins family trust.""
I looked at Vanessa.
She had heard enough to understand.
"My grandmother's property?""
Olivia nodded through the phone.
"According to the filing, the property was pledged as collateral.""
Vanessa stood abruptly.
"That's impossible. My grandmother never gave anyone permission.""
Olivia continued.
"We're checking the trust documents now.""
I looked at Dr. Harrison.
"Can the university verify the original settlement?""
"Absolutely.""
"Then prepare everything.""
Olivia spoke again.
"Marcus, there's a final issue.""
"What?""
"The bank has requested a meeting tomorrow morning with all named parties.""
I checked the time.
"Who requested it?""
"Richard Whitmore.""
I smiled without humor.
"Then let's give him his meeting.""
I ended the call.
Vanessa looked at me.
"What happens now?""
I picked up the envelope.
"Tomorrow, we stop letting them control the story.""
But as we left Dr. Harrison's office, a university security officer hurried toward us.
"Dr. Harrison!""
The president turned.
"What's wrong?""
The officer held out a phone.
"We just received this from the building's security system.""
On the screen was a photograph of someone entering the university archives.
The timestamp was 7:52 p.m.
The person was wearing a dark jacket and a baseball cap.
But I recognized the face.
Daniel Foster.
And he wasn't alone.
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The man walking behind him was my company's chief financial officer.
*James Carter.*
