My jaw tightened. “There is no ‘Partners.’”
Miles hesitated. “They provided documentation.”
“What kind of documentation?”
“A letter on legal letterhead,” he replied. “It states there’s a partial ownership transfer pending and that Diane Patterson has authority over events this weekend.”
My stomach dropped. “Pending transfer?” I repeated carefully. “Miles, nothing can be transferred without my signature.”
There was a pause filled with the faint background noise of the lobby—rolling suitcases, distant laughter, life moving on as mine felt like it was unraveling.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” Miles said carefully, “but they also requested access to internal guest lists and reserved room blocks.”
That wasn’t about throwing a party.
That was about taking control.
“I need that letter,” I said. “Immediately.”
Miles forwarded it while we were still speaking. I opened the PDF, steadying myself against the desk.
The letterhead looked official. The wording was polished. It referenced my resort’s LLC and used my mother’s full legal name. It claimed an “ownership restructuring” was underway due to “family governance considerations,” and until it was complete, Diane Patterson would act as an “authorized representative.”
It was complete fiction.
But it was calculated fiction—crafted to pressure employees into compliance.
“Who sent this?” I asked.
Miles hesitated. “A man named Trevor Lang, from a firm called Lang & Pierce. He said he’d ‘deal with you directly’ if necessary.”
Lang & Pierce.
I didn’t recognize the name, but I recognized the strategy: fabricate authority, intimidate staff, move quickly before the truth catches up.
At the same time, my mother left a voicemail, furious. “You ungrateful little—do you realize how embarrassing this is? You will not humiliate me!”
I didn’t finish listening. I forwarded everything—the email thread, the event confirmation, the PDF—to my real attorney, Jasmine Rios. The subject line read:
URGENT: FRAUDULENT CLAIM OF AUTHORITY OVER MY PROPERTY
She called within minutes. “Harper, this isn’t just about a party.”
“I know,” I replied. “They’re trying to override me.”
“Then we treat it accordingly,” she said firmly. “This is potential fraud and interference with business operations.”
She instructed me to have Miles lock down access immediately—no internal data shared, no changes approved without my written consent and direct verification. Then she added something that tightened my throat.
“Send me your operating agreement and ownership documents. If someone is claiming a pending transfer, they’re either bluffing… or they’ve filed something.”
Filed something.
The room seemed to tilt.
