The main operating account held forty-two million dollars in liquid cash.

The payroll account held eight million.

The debt servicing account held twelve million.

“They’re going to break the glass, Claire,” Liam whispered.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his heavy metal keyring, wrapping it around his knuckles.

“Just one minute,” I said.

I clicked on the debt covenant clause for the London-based credit facility.

If the primary guarantor—Ethan—was accused of material fraud, any board member could call for an immediate suspension of his signing authority.

I had the digital files of the second ledger.

I had the proof of his systematic bribes to Senator Vance.

I uploaded the encrypted file to the bank’s secure compliance portal in Zurich.

“What are you uploading?” Liam asked.

“The truth,” I said. “The Swiss compliance officer doesn’t care about local politics.”

The progress bar on the screen showed ten percent.

A loud crack echoed through the room.

The frosted glass window of the office door shattered.

Tiny cubes of safety glass rained down onto the concrete floor.

A black-gloved hand reached through the broken window, groping for the deadbolt lock.