The large screen above the fireplace flickered to life, tuned to a financial news network.

The red ticker tape at the bottom of the screen was moving rapidly, but it was the headline in bold white letters that caught my breath.

*FEDERAL AUTHORITIES LAUNCH SWEEPING INVESTIGATION INTO HARROW ENTERPRISES.*

The news anchor, a solemn woman in a grey blazer, was speaking directly into the camera.

“Sources confirm that the Department of Justice, in coordination with the Securities and Exchange Commission, has initiated a criminal probe into the Seattle-based firm,” she said.

Images of the Harrow Enterprises downtown headquarters appeared on the screen, surrounded by black government SUVs.

“Federal agents executed multiple search warrants late this afternoon, seizing servers, documents, and financial records,” the anchor continued.

Grant stared at the screen, his mouth slightly open.

“Dad?” Grant turned to Conrad, his voice cracking. “What is this? Is this about the offshore accounts?”

Conrad finally looked up, his eyes dark and hollow, looking ten years older than he had that morning.

“It is a coordinated attack,” Conrad said, his voice flat. “Someone gave them the internal ledger codes.”