“It’s done,” Grant said. “I gave you the files. I signed the papers. Now protect me.”

Naomi pulled the documents close, checking the signatures on each page.

She stamped them with her notary seal, the heavy metal click sounding like a gunshot in the quiet room.

“You’ve done the right thing, Grant,” she said, though she didn’t look at him. “For your daughter, at least.”

She clicked her mouse, and a pop-up window appeared on her screen.

“The secure transfer to the SEC is complete,” Naomi said. “And I’ve blind-copied the Assistant U.S. Attorney for the Western District of Washington.”

She turned her laptop toward me.

“The federal investigation will be public by tomorrow morning,” Naomi said. “Once they see these wire transfers, they will freeze the Harrow Group’s main accounts.”

“And the stock?” I asked.

“It will crash,” Naomi said simply. “By noon tomorrow, the Harrow name will be worth nothing on Wall Street.”

Grant buried his face in his hands.

“I need a drink,” he muttered.

“You need to stay here,” Naomi told him, her voice firm. “If you leave this office, I cannot guarantee your safety from your father’s lawyers. Or the police.”