“We let him draft the agreement. We let him present it. We let him believe he’s seducing you into a financial suicide pact.” He glanced at me. “Then we move the company.”
“What?”
“Not the operations. The ownership. Before you sign anything.”
The room seemed to still.
He tapped his pen. “If your father’s trust is truly irrevocable and drafted correctly, it is a fortress. You transfer the founder shares and intellectual property into the trust before executing the postnup. Then the document he wrote to protect himself becomes the wall that protects you.”
A slow, almost disbelieving understanding spread through me.
“He’ll exempt trust assets himself,” I said.
“Of course he will. Any competent attorney would include that language. He’ll think he’s protecting his own future interests and appearing balanced on paper.” Elias’s mouth twitched. “He’ll be building your moat with his own hands.”
We worked until almost three.
Not only on the transfer strategy, but on everything else.
The money.
The condo.
The accounts.
If Julian was bold enough to use marital funds so carelessly, he would be hiding other things too.