👉 Previous decision: You chose to secure a formal written affidavit from Clara’s witness and prep for a private one-on-one confrontation.
Clara worked quickly. Lena, Julian’s former assistant, provided a meticulously detailed affidavit, notarized and ironclad.
It outlined every fraudulent transaction, every backdated form, every instance of Julian planning my financial ruin.
“This, combined with the video and the ledger,” Clara said, tapping the documents, “is an open-and-shut case for federal prosecutors.”
“No lawyers, no media, no Phelan,” I told Clara. “Just me and Julian. In my studio.”
I sent Julian a terse message: “I need to discuss your proposed conservatorship, privately. Tonight. My place. Alone.”
He replied almost instantly. “Of course, Mother. I’ll be there.” His response was unnervingly casual.
Julian arrived precisely at 8:00 PM. He carried a small bouquet of cheap flowers, a prop for his performance.
He stepped into the cramped studio, glancing around with a dismissive air. The air hung heavy between us.
“Are you feeling better, Mother?” he asked, his voice smooth and solicitous. “You’ve been so agitated lately.”
I closed the door behind him, the latch clicking shut with a loud, final sound. He didn’t notice.
“Take a seat, Julian,” I said, gesturing to the uncomfortable folding chair. My voice was steady, calm.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 6A to continue the story
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