I unfolded the letter the lawyer had left behind.

The official inquiry from the board confirmed the news in precise, legal terms.

They were asking me to return to Boston to conduct an independent audit of their remaining structural assets before the court-ordered auction.

They wanted my name, my reputation, to validate what was left of their inventory.

My phone vibrated in my palm again.

This time, it was an incoming call from Julian Vance.

I swiped the screen and held the phone to my ear.

“Have you seen the news, Claire?” Julian asked, his voice calm over the rushing wind.

“I just read the alerts,” I said. “And I have a letter from the board in my hand.”

“The court is moving faster than expected,” Julian said. “Adrian’s legal team tried to block the ruling, but the evidence of safety violations and sabotage was too heavy.”

“So it is completely over for him,” I said.

“He is out of the building,” Julian said. “The board stripped his voting rights an hour ago. Every crane, every patent, and every contract they own is going to the highest bidder.”