“They also detail the theft of proprietary logistics software from our primary competitor, Apex Shipping.”

“The estimated damages to Apex exceed eighty million dollars.”

“This was not just tax evasion, Your Honor.”

“This was a criminal enterprise operated from the executive suite of Prescott Global.”

I looked at Vivian again.

A tiny muscle in her jaw twitched.

She slowly stood up, adjusted her handbag over her arm, and walked out of the courtroom.

She did not look at her son as she passed his table.

She did not look at me.

The heavy double doors swung shut behind her with a soft whoosh of air.

I knew what Vivian was going to do.

She was going to save the family name, even if she had to sacrifice her own son to do it.

My phone buzzed again in my hand.

The screen lit up with a text message from an unknown number.

I tapped it open.

It was from Marcus Vance, Arthur’s nephew.

*The board is calling an emergency session in thirty minutes,* the text read.

*They have seen the preliminary audit report.*