She read it.
Then she read it again.
The second document was a tax statement.
She checked the address.
The third document was an old purchase agreement.
Maggie slowly sat down.
She checked the legal description.
Then the property identification number.
Then the name of the registered owner.
Her hands became still.
Oor Family Trust.
Maggie stared at the words.
Oor.
Her family name.
Her father had once mentioned a family trust.
He had never explained it.
Maggie had been twenty-eight when he died.
At the time, she had been more concerned with paying the mortgage and helping her mother than with old property documents.
She remembered her father saying something about land.
But she had never imagined it could be important.
Now she was looking at a document that suggested something astonishing.
Bellweather Industries might not own the land beneath the North Plant.
Her family might.
Maggie spent the next two hours checking everything.
She found tax records.
The Oor Family Trust had paid property taxes on the land.
Not Bellweather.
Her family.
Year after year.
For decades.
Maggie checked the original purchase agreement.
Bellweather had purchased the structures.
But the legal language did not clearly transfer ownership of the underlying land.
She checked another agreement.
Then another.
The more she looked, the more serious the problem became.
She closed the folder.
For a moment, she simply sat there.
Then she stood.
She carried the blue folder upstairs.
The executive conference room was already occupied.
Victor Lang, Bellweather's president, sat at the head of the table.
Beside him sat Martin Hale, the chief financial officer.
Across from them was Daniel Price, vice president of operations.
Three senior executives.
Three people who rarely came downstairs.
Maggie stood at the doorway.
Victor looked up.
“Yes?”
“I found something.”
Daniel glanced at his watch.
“Maggie, we're in a meeting.”
“I know.”
“Can it wait?”
“No.”
Daniel sighed.
Victor gestured toward her.
“Come in.”
Maggie walked to the table.
She placed the blue folder in front of Victor.
He opened it.
His expression changed.
“What is this?”
“North Plant property records.”
Martin leaned forward.
“That property belongs to Bellweather.”
“That is what the current records say,” Maggie replied.
Victor turned another page.
“And the original records?”
“They suggest otherwise.”
Daniel laughed.
“Maggie, that's probably an old filing error.”
“Maybe.”
“Then why are we discussing it?”
“Because the tax records show my family trust as the property owner.”
Nobody spoke.
Victor looked at her.
“Your family?”
“Yes.”
Martin picked up the tax statement.
“When were these payments made?”
“For decades.”
Daniel stood.
“This is absurd.”
Maggie looked at him.
“Perhaps.”
“But you're suggesting your family owns Bellweather property?”
“I am suggesting the documents should be reviewed.”
Victor closed the folder.
“You're right.”
Daniel turned toward him.
“Victor—”
“Legal needs to see this.”
Daniel frowned.
Victor looked back at Maggie.
“Where did you find it?”
“In the archive.”
“Why were you looking there?”
“I was looking for an equipment warranty.”
Victor nodded slowly.
“Anything else?”
Maggie hesitated.
“Not yet.”
She walked out.
The moment she closed the door, Daniel turned toward Victor.
“This is ridiculous.”
Victor didn't answer.