It was Assistant U.S. Attorney Miller.

“We just received a massive data dump from your secure server,” Miller said. “Is this authentic?”

“Every byte of it,” I said, my voice steady. “The original ledgers, the routing numbers, and the cryptographic key Marcus used to forge Alexander’s digital signature.”

Arthur took a step toward me, his hand reaching inside his dark suit jacket.

“Hang up the phone,” Arthur said.

Toby looked between us, his face pale under the fluorescent lights.

“What is going on?” Toby whispered. “What did you just upload?”

“I just showed the world the truth, Toby,” I said.

On my phone screen, the live feed of the boardroom showed Marcus Reed holding the heavy gold pen.

He was smiling, leaning down toward the paper.

Victoria sat beside him, her hands folded neatly on the mahogany table, her face a mask of cold triumph.

Behind them, the massive seventy-inch LED screen suddenly went black.

The presentation slides of the Vale-Crane merger vanished.

A single red progress bar appeared on the boardroom screen, mirroring the one on my laptop.