Transcript of part of a phone call between Zoraida and her grandfather, Rafael, Head of the Board of Trustees of DB Holdings the night of the Black Wings attack.
"Yes, that's exactly what I meant, Zori love," Rafael said, "Did you not know he was buying property on the island? Warehouses, I believe."
"No, I didn't." Zora replied in slow surprise.
"Yes, I signed off on the purchases, oh, about a month or so ago." Rafael added.
"And the land has been purchased through DB Holdings?" she said, needing a clarification.
"That's right. His secretary Godfrey sent me the paperwork, I signed off on it, the money was wired over and the sales went through," he explained.
"And what name did he use?" she asked quietly, dreading his answer.
"Why his English name, of course, the one he always uses when doing business internationally, Tom Woods." then,"But why are you me asking all of this?" Raphael asked in confusion.
"Did your brother not tell you of this?" Rafael asked, concern in his voice. "He assured me that you knew. No sale can go through DB Holdings unless you both agree, and only then I can sign off on it." he reminded her gently. "DB is still in trust until you both turn 36, but you already know that. You were each given your own company to run separately, any profit acquired through your company is yours, however through the Holding is both yours..."
"Yes, I know all that..." Zora said tired, pinching her nose trying to ward off a headache. She could only guess that Tomas had found a loophole of sorts if he got caught stealing from her company. Anything found on the premises would technically not be stolen because a lawyer could argue that technically, the goods were found on DB Holdings property which also happened to be hers and that Woodland was a subsidiary of DB.
...
After the call was over, Zora just sat staring up at the roof, "What have you done, Tomas...?" she whispered like the soul had been sucked out of her, numb. Technically, if she fessed up to owning the property, the Black Wings could go free, if she said nothing, she could end up in jail... the thought was not a happy one, not at all, and for once she had no bloody idea what to do.
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