Chapter 4 - The Reading of the Ledger
The grand Great Hall of Cedar Ridge Lodge was suffocatingly warm. A roaring fire crackled in the two-story stone fireplace, throwing golden light across the vaulted timber ceilings, the massive Christmas tree, and the three dozen tables draped in white linen.
When Eleanor entered the room holding my hand and carrying Eli, the whispering among the eighty guests died down instantly.
My father and mother hurried in behind us, looking like two defendants being escorted into a courtroom. Grant lingered near the back bar, desperately trying to catch the eyes of his legal colleagues, who were studiously avoiding his gaze.
Eleanor walked straight to the small raised stage near the fireplace where the string quartet had been playing. She motioned for the musicians to stop.
"Grandma, what are you doing?" Richard whispered frantically, rushing to the side of the stage. "This is a private family celebration for the company’s fifty-year anniversary! Don't do this here!"
Eleanor ignored him completely. She picked up the microphone from the podium, her hand completely steady.
"Good evening, everyone," Eleanor’s voice boomed softly over the lodge's high-end sound system.
The guests fell completely silent.
"Many of you know me," Eleanor continued, her sparkling blue eyes scanning the room. "I am Eleanor Whitmore. Fifty years ago, my late husband, Arthur, and I built this lodge with our own hands. We built the firm that my son, Richard, currently manages. And for fifty years, the Whitmore name has stood for honor, integrity, and family."
She paused, looking directly at my mother, who was standing frozen near the centerpiece table.
"Tonight, however, I learned that some members of my family believe that this lodge is a private club where they can decide who is worthy of warmth and who deserves to be thrown into the snow."
A collective murmur rippled through the room. Mayor Thomas leaned over to whisper something to his wife, who shook her head in visible disgust.
"My daughter-in-law, Denise," Eleanor said, raising her voice slightly, "informed my granddaughter, Natalie, and my great-grandson, Eli, ten minutes ago that there was 'no room' for them at this party. She claimed fire regulations prevented them from entering."
Denise looked as though she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. Her face turned a violent shade of purple.
"So," Eleanor continued calmly, reaching into the deep velvet pocket of her mink coat and pulling out a folded piece of heavy parchment, "I think it is time to clear up a few legal misunderstandings regarding Cedar Ridge Lodge and Whitmore Enterprises."
My father’s eyes widened in sheer terror. "Mother, no! Stop!"
"Richard," Eleanor said, looking down at him with pure disdain, "you have spent the last five years telling everyone in Pinehaven that you bought this lodge from me and that Grant is the sole heir to the estate. You allowed your wife to treat Natalie like an outcast simply because she had the courage to leave a toxic marriage."
She unfolded the paper.
"This is the Deed of Trust for Cedar Ridge Lodge, updated and executed thirty days ago with the State of Michigan," Eleanor announced into the microphone. "I did not sell this lodge to you, Richard. And I certainly did not leave it to Grant."
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She turned the paper toward the room.
"I have transferred full, irrevocable ownership of Cedar Ridge Lodge, along with sixty percent of the controlling voting shares of Whitmore Enterprises, to my granddaughter, Natalie Whitmore."
