“Captain Whitmore,” he said, shaking my
hand firmly. “Your father spoke highly of you. He trusted you’d be the one to handle this.”
Hearing that steadied me.
“He left me more than I realized,” I said, sliding the metal box across the table.
Robert opened it with practiced care, scanning documents quickly. He stopped at the geological survey, eyebrows lifting.
“Well,” he murmured, “your sister’s in for a surprise. This isn’t just a cabin. These mineral rights alone are worth tens of millions. Feldspar, granite…”
He tapped the lithium report.
“This could make you wealthier than any penthouse ever could.”
I leaned back, arms crossed.
“Megan already sent her people snooping. She’s trying to box me out.”
Robert nodded.
“I suspected as much. That’s why your father came to me. He knew Megan’s greed would surface, and he wanted protections in place.”
