“Not now, Arthur,” Helena snapped.

“The press,” Arthur said. “Someone just leaked the Geneva documents to the Times.”

My phone vibrated in my hand.

I looked down at the screen.

The notification on my screen was a push alert from the New York Times.

“Harrington Empire Rocked by Geneva Trust Leaks: Secret Accounts Detail Systematic Intimidation.”

I stared at the black text on the glowing glass.

My hands were cold, the silver casing of the phone slipping slightly against my palm.

Helena snatched the tablet from Arthur’s hands.

Her manicured thumb swiped frantically across the screen, her eyes darting left and right.

“This is impossible,” she whispered.

“The Swiss accounts were shielded under three layers of shell corporations.”

“Not shielded well enough,” Blake said.

His voice was flat, devoid of any warmth or anger.

It was the tone he used when he was shutting down a failing subsidiary.

“You used family capital to pay off investigators,” Blake continued, stepping closer to her.

“You used Harrington clean-energy subsidies to fund private surveillance on the mother of my children.”