Chapter 2 - THE FORGED SIGNATURE AND $100,000 IN BOOKINGS
The next morning, I visited Daniel’s office.
He listened attentively as I explained the situation.
Then I showed him screenshots of Vanessa’s new website.
My property was advertised as Evergreen Christmas Retreat.
Luxury accommodations.
Private dining.
Exclusive holiday experiences.
Five-night packages beginning at $8,500.
She’d copied photographs from my old architectural portfolio.
Daniel frowned.
“She isn’t just hosting a party. She’s advertising accommodation she doesn’t own.”
I continued scrolling.
Then I caught my breath.
Every available Christmas booking showed as reserved.
Vanessa had apparently sold twelve holiday packages.
The advertised total surpassed $100,000.
“She’s already collected deposits,” I whispered.
Daniel leaned closer.
“We need to establish exactly what she promised and what payments she received.”
I contacted Thomas, my property manager, who maintained the lodge whenever I was away.
His answer stunned me.
“Rebecca, Vanessa told me you hired her to manage holiday rentals.”
“What?”
“She showed me an authorization letter with your signature.”
Despite the warm office, I felt cold.
“Thomas, I never signed anything.”
Within an hour, he emailed the document.
It displayed my name, a copied version of my signature, and supposed permission for Vanessa to advertise the property.
The signature closely resembled one I’d used on an architectural contract years earlier.
Daniel examined it.
“Did you authorize anyone to reproduce your signature?”
“No.”
“Then we’ll preserve this and investigate how it was created.”
Suddenly, Vanessa’s confidence became understandable.
She hadn’t simply borrowed my cabin.
She’d built an entire business around accessing it without permission.
And that wasn’t the only problem.
Thomas explained that Vanessa had requested the temporary removal of several personal belongings, including Michael’s photographs and a handmade rocking chair.
“She said the decorations needed to look more luxurious.”
Tears filled my eyes.
“Where’s the chair?”
“In the storage building. I made sure nothing was discarded.”
I thanked him.
Then I contacted the county planning department about commercial lodging requirements.
The lodge was authorized as a private residence, not a public accommodation business.
Short-term rentals in that area required particular permits and adherence to safety regulations.
Vanessa had obtained none.
Hosting paying guests commercially could also create insurance and liability complications.
I immediately informed my insurer and instructed Daniel to prepare a formal demand requiring Vanessa to stop advertising and accepting bookings.
Meanwhile, my sister grew increasingly reckless.
She uploaded photographs of herself beside my restored staircase.
Her caption identified her as founder and owner of a luxury mountain resort.
I didn’t respond publicly.
I simply preserved screenshots with their dates.
On Wednesday, Mother called.
“Rebecca, why are you making trouble for Vanessa?”
“Because she’s using my house without permission.”
“She’s trying to build a business!”
“Then she needs to use property she owns or leases.”
Mom sighed.
“You’ve always been selfish about that cabin.”
I restrained my anger.
“Michael and I built that place together.”
“And now he’s gone. You need to move forward.”
I ended the call before saying something I’d regret.
That evening, Daniel received a letter from Vanessa’s attorney.
She alleged I’d verbally approved the rentals.
She also demanded reimbursement for decorations, marketing costs, and lost profits if I canceled her events.
Daniel read the letter twice.
Then smiled slightly.
“Rebecca, she has made a serious mistake.”
“What mistake?”
“She’s demanding payment based on a business arrangement she may have invented.”
He placed the disputed authorization beside my ownership deed.
“Your sister is betting that family pressure will stop you from challenging her.”
I looked at Michael’s photograph on my phone.
“She’s wrong.”
On Friday morning, Daniel sent formal notices to Vanessa and the reservation platform, supported by proof of my ownership and the disputed authorization.
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But she’d already organized another promotional reception for Saturday evening.
This time, I planned to attend.
