“I was trying to secure what belonged to the family,” he said.
Judge Merritt’s eyes narrowed by signing as yourself on a notoriization session submitted under your sister’s name. Evan flinched at the wording, he tried to adjust to soften. She would have destroyed it, he said quickly. She’s been acting. Judge Merritt cut him off with a small decisive motion of his pen.
“No,” he said, “We are not doing that. You don’t get to commit a technical fraud and then rapid in concern.”
The clerk’s keyboard clicked faster, capturing every word. Judge Merritt glanced at the baleiff. Continue. What else is in the exhibit? The baoiff turned the page. There is a bank incident report attached. He said it notes that upon receipt of the notorized authorization, the bank flagged the signature mismatch, initiated an internal hold, and reviewed vault access footage. Evans attorney stiffened. Your honor, Judge Merritt didn’t look at him. Stop interrupting. The baiff read the next line, and the air in the room changed again. It notes the petitioner appeared at the bank in person with a representative from Hail Holdings, the baleiff said, and attempted access to the safe deposit box. My brother’s face went white. Judge Merritt’s gaze sharpened with a representative. The baiff nodded, reading, a notary public employed by Hail Holdings. My mother’s head turned sharply toward Evan, and for a second her mask slipped. She didn’t look disappointed. She looked furious that he’d been careless. Evans attorney stood again, voice urgent.
“Your honor, we request a recess.”
Judge Merritt looked at him like he’d asked for permission to erase the last 5 minutes.
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