Conrad smiled, a cold, patronizing expression that I had seen a thousand times at family dinners.

“The courts will agree with us, Amelia,” Conrad said. “We have the resources to tie this up for years.”

“You don’t have years, Conrad,” Naomi said.

She reached into her leather briefcase and pulled out a single, thin blue folder.

She placed it gently on the glass table, sliding it exactly halfway between us.

“What is that?” Vance asked, his eyes narrowing.

“During our initial discovery phase, we requested the tax filings for Harrow Enterprises from five years ago,” Naomi said.

“You sent us the audited versions,” Naomi continued. “But your junior associate accidentally included the internal ledger.”

Conrad’s smile faded slightly, his hands resting flat on the table.

“An administrative error,” Vance said quickly. “That document is privileged.”

“It isn’t,” Naomi said. “Not when it contains evidence of a federal crime.”

The room went completely silent except for the sound of the rain tapping against the window.

“We found three offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands,” Naomi said.

“Accounts that were used to siphon off twenty-two million dollars from the public pension fund.”