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“Stock?” That didn’t sound like Tiberius at all. “Why would he do that? He didn’t trust Wall Street. Said it was a sucker’s bet.”
“He was buying private stock.”
Even more curious. A rhythmic ache had manifested in Violet’s temples. She rubbed to ease the pain. “So can we sell the stock and get the Lucky Heart out of debt?”
“Unfortunately, you’re not going to be able to do that.”
“Why not?” Making bad business decisions was something Tiberius had never done. “What sort of stock was he buying?”
“Stone Properties stock.”
Violet leaned forward. Had she heard the gray-haired lawyer correctly? “Why would he do that?”
John’s solemn blue eyes were the gatekeepers of a thousand clients’ secrets. “He had his reasons.”
Her thoughts rushed through a dozen scenarios as to why Tiberius had kept something this huge from her. Then she contemplated her conversation with JT a few days earlier. “How much stock did he have?”
“In the three months before his death he’d managed to get eighteen percent.”
Violet’s curiosity spiked. Did his purchase of Stone Properties stock have anything to do with why he’d been reestablishing his relationship with JT? Together they would’ve controlled forty-eight percent of Stone Properties, not enough to take over and force Preston out, but if they could secure another three percent...
Is that what Tiberius had been up to?
“Did he leave the stock to JT?”
John Malcolm looked surprised. “No. He left it to you.”
Any normal person who’d just inherited eighteen percent of a multi-billion dollar company might be dancing around the lawyer’s office or at the very least grinning. Violet had no desire to celebrate. The price tag for her windfall was too high. She’d lost the man who’d been her father in heart and soul if not by blood or marriage.
“Why me and not my mom?”
“Because he trusted you’d know what to do with it.”
“First Scarlett inherits a warehouse full of secret files and now this,” she muttered, thinking about all the private information Tiberius had gathered over the years on acquaintances and family. “What other surprises does Tiberius plan to unleash on the Fontaine sisters?”
“Now, as to the conditions of the inheritance.”
“And there it is,” Violet grumbled. She loved Tiberius, but he was a cagey bastard.
John Malcolm ignored her outburst. “You can’t sell the stock, donate it or give it away.” The lawyer smiled ironically as he said this last bit, if he couldn’t understand why anyone could part with that much money and expect nothing in return. “Until the death of Preston Rhodes.”
Obviously Tiberius wanted to make sure his brother-in-law never got his hands on the stock.
“Chances are it won’t be worth anything by the time that happens,” she murmured.
“And there’s one other issue,” John Malcolm continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “You can’t vote the shares because you’re not family.”
Violet sat back in her chair and regarded the lawyer in utter bafflement. Why hadn’t Tiberius just left the shares to JT? The answer occurred to her an instant after the question had formed. Because his relationship with JT hadn’t reached that level of trust yet. Tiberius probably thought he had months to get to know his nephew. It wasn’t like he was planning on getting murdered.
“Thank you for all your help,” Violet said, standing to shake hands with the lawyer.
“Yes,” Lucille echoed. “Thank you. I know you were a good friend to Tiberius all these years.”
“Sometimes I felt more like a co-conspirator,” John Malcolm with a wry smile. “But it was my pleasure to call him both friend and client.”
Violet and her mother left the lawyer’s office and headed to the parking lot.
“I can’t believe Tiberius left you all that stock,” Lucille said, “without there being anything you can do with it.”
“Did he talk to you about what he was up to?”
Lucille’s beautiful smile was always a little bit sad, but since Tiberius’s death it had become downright melancholy. “You know he didn’t talk business with me.”
No. Tiberius had always made it his mission to bring all things joyful and fun to his conversations with Lucille. He’d loved when her eyes sparkled. Discussing something as upsetting as staging a coup against Preston Rhodes would never have happened.
“Maybe I’ll check his office when I drop you off,” Violet said.
“There might be something in his files.”
