“The original design schematics,” I said.

“The complete mathematical proofs for the data compression algorithms.”

“They are written in my handwriting.”

“On university letterhead, dated two years before Victor and I married.”

Nathan stared at me, his mouth slightly open.

“You kept them?” he asked.

“I kept everything,” I said.

“I knew Victor’s character long before he started stealing from the company.”

“I knew he would try to take the credit for my work.”

“I let him put his name on the commercial filings to keep the peace.”

“But I never signed away the original rights.”

Evelyn pulled a yellow legal pad toward her and began writing.

“If we can prove prior authorship, his claim to the company’s core asset is gone,” she said.

“He won’t have a single piece of leverage left.”

“He will be completely bankrupted by the civil lawsuits.”

“That is the plan,” I said.

The door to the conference room opened, and Evelyn’s assistant stepped in.

She looked pale, holding a tablet in her hand.

“Ms. Price,” she said. “You need to see this.”

“The federal marshals just arrested Victor at his hotel in Miami.”