I leaned forward, my eyes scanning the rows of digital numbers.

“Preston is not just transferring cash,” Sarah explained. “He is executing a fire sale on his personal shares in Hayes Enterprises.”

“To whom?” I asked.

“A shell company registered in Delaware,” Sarah said. “The beneficial owner is hidden, but the capital is originating from a bank in Zurich.”

“Samantha’s family has ties to Zurich,” I said, the realization hitting me. “She is buying him out.”

“Or she is helping him launder the value of the shares before the court can value them,” Marcus said.

“If he sells those shares, he loses his seat on the board,” I noted.

“Yes, but he gets thirty million dollars in untraceable cash,” Marcus countered. “He doesn’t care about the board anymore. He knows he is finished here.”

“Can we stop the share transfer?” I asked, my voice rising.

“I have already drafted the emergency injunction,” Marcus said, tapping a stack of papers on his desk. “But we need a signature from Judge Henderson.”

“Where is she?”

“In court until three o’clock,” Marcus said, looking at his watch. “It is currently one-fifteen.”