“Johnny, keep the camera on them,” I said, my voice shaking but clear.

“I am,” Johnny said from behind me.

The red light on his phone blinked steadily, a tiny beacon in the dim light of the vault.

“I have your badge numbers on screen,” Johnny said to the guards.

“I have your faces.”

“If you touch my sister, this video goes live to every major news outlet in the state.”

The lead guard hesitated, his eyes darting to Johnny’s phone.

“Ma’am,” the guard said, looking back at Eleanor.

“We cannot use physical force if they are recording.”

“The liability for the firm is too high.”

Eleanor’s face contorted with a sudden, ugly rage.

“I do not care about the liability,” she hissed.

“I care about that paper.”

“Do your job, or you will all be unemployed by sunset.”

The guard’s hand tightened on Nathan’s coat.

“Let go of him,” I said.

I stepped forward, holding the yellowed parchment high.

“You want this, Eleanor?” I asked.

She looked at the paper, her eyes widening with a desperate greed.

“It is mine,” she said.