He took a half-step back, his hand reaching out to grip the back of a leather chair to steady himself.

Receivership meant the court would take control of everything.

The offices, the bank accounts, the company cars, the ongoing projects—all of it would be handed over to a third-party trustee to liquidate or restructure.

Grant would no longer have a company.

He would no longer have an office.

“You can’t do that,” Lila said, her voice rising an octave. “What about the marketing campaign? What about my contract?”

Nobody looked at her.

“The petition is already drafted,” Diane said, sliding a fresh document across the table toward Caleb. “You just need to sign the co-petitioner declaration, Mr. Rhodes.”

Caleb took a heavy silver pen from his breast pocket.

He didn’t hesitate.

He signed his name on the line with a sharp, scratching sound that seemed incredibly loud in the quiet room.

“It’s done,” Caleb said, handing the pen back to Diane.

Grant watched the paper slide back into Diane’s folder.

He looked smaller now, the tailored lines of his grey suit suddenly seeming too large for his shoulders.