“What does that mean?” Alexander asked.

“Your mother already knows you’re looking into the server,” Marcus said. “She knows you found the logs.”

“Where is she?” Alexander asked.

“She’s on her way to the penthouse,” Marcus said. “She wants to see the boys.”

My stomach plummeted.

“No,” I said, my voice rising. “She’s not getting near Lucas and Noah.”

“She has legal representation with her, Emma,” Marcus said. “And the custody petitions she drafted years ago.”

“I’ll have you arrested before you can touch those files,” Alexander said.

“I’ve already cleared my desk, sir,” Marcus said. “Good luck.”

The call went dead with a sharp, digital beep.

Alexander stared at the screen, his face pale under the dim overhead lights.

“We have to go,” I said, grabbing his arm. “We have to get to the boys.”

“Margaret is with them,” Alexander said, though his voice lacked conviction. “She won’t let anyone in.”

“Victoria is his mother, Alexander,” I said. “She built this empire. She knows how to bypass your security.”

I pulled my heavy canvas bag over my shoulder.