He showed me the screen.

The text was a temporary restraining order, but there was something else attached to the bottom.

It was an emergency filing regarding the family’s offshore holdings in the Cayman accounts.

The very accounts that funded the historic estate.

Nathan looked back toward the vault where his father was still standing.

Richard was slowly walking toward the doorway, his face twisted in desperation.

“Nathan!” Richard shouted.

The elevator doors at the end of the hall opened with a heavy, metallic groan.

Two men in dark suits stepped out, followed closely by Mr. Hayes.

Mr. Hayes was carrying a thick, black leather folder.

His face was completely expressionless.

He did not look at Richard.

He walked straight toward Nathan and stopped.

“The board has made their decision,” Mr. Hayes said.

He opened the folder, revealing a single sheet of paper with a red wax seal at the bottom.

I saw the words *Emergency Resolution* printed in bold letters at the top.

“They have already initiated the freeze,” Mr. Hayes said.

“On everything.”

Richard reached the doorway of the vault, his hand gripping the frame.