His face was red, his perfect composure completely shattered.

“Do you have proof of these plans, Ms. Albright?” Margaret asked.

“Yes,” Vanessa said.

She reached into her designer bag and pulled out a small black flash drive.

“I recorded his phone calls.”

“I also have the emails he sent to the Swiss agency.”

“I will turn them over in exchange for immunity from prosecution.”

Grant looked like he had been struck.

He stared at the flash drive in her hand.

His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

The realization of his complete ruin seemed to hit him all at once.

The woman who had helped him tear my life apart had just delivered the final blow.

Judge Miller took the flash drive from the court clerk.

She plugged it into her laptop.

The only sound in the room was the clicking of the judge’s mouse.

We waited.

My heart pounded in my ears.

The judge’s face remained unreadable as she read the files.

Finally, she closed the laptop.

She looked down at Grant with disgust.

“Mr. Holloway,” the judge said, her voice cold.