“My father is the majority shareholder now,” Claire said, her face flushing red. “You are all trespassing.”

My father took the folder from Ethan.

He tucked it under his arm, his fingers locking over the edge.

“Martin is not the majority shareholder,” my father said. “He is an embezzler, and we have the digital signatures to prove it.”

Claire lunged forward, her fingers clawing at the folder.

My father stepped to the side, blocking her with his shoulder.

“Let’s go, Sophie,” he said.

We walked past her toward the glass exit doors.

“Daniel!” Claire screamed behind us, her voice echoing in the empty lobby. “You won’t get away with this! I’ll call the police!”

“Please do,” my father said without looking back.

We pushed through the heavy glass doors into the cold, gray afternoon.

The rain was coming down harder now, bouncing off the black asphalt.

My father unlocked his old truck with a click of his key fob.

We climbed inside, the smell of damp cloth and old copper wire filling the cabin.

He placed the folder on the dashboard.