My heart hammered against my ribs as I stood near the doorway, keeping my expression entirely neutral.

I knew exactly who had given them those codes.

Two days ago, I had sat in Naomi Pierce’s office and watched her upload an encrypted file to a secure federal tip line.

“The stock is in freefall,” Antoinette said, her hand reaching for her glass again. “We lost twenty percent in after-hours trading, and the market hasn’t even opened in Tokyo yet.”

“It’s a temporary panic,” Conrad insisted, though his hand shook as he put his tablet on the coffee table. “Our lawyers are already filing injunctions.”

“You can’t file an injunction against a federal grand jury subpoena, Conrad,” I said, speaking for the first time.

The room went completely silent.

All three of them turned to look at me.

“What do you know about federal grand juries, Amelia?” Antoinette sneered, her old arrogance slipping back into her tone. “You are a schoolteacher.”

“I know how to read the news,” I replied calmly.

Grant stepped toward me, his hands raised in a pleading gesture.