The lender was a private equity firm based in Chicago.

But my eyes went straight to the collateral section.

My software company’s proprietary source code was listed as the primary security.

And at the bottom of the page was my digital signature.

“I never signed this,” I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs. “I’ve never even seen this document.”

“She forged your corporate credentials,” Elena said, her face pale. “She used your company to secure a massive loan.”

Before I could speak, the phone in my hand vibrated again.

The screen lit up with the same unknown number.

I pressed the screen and brought the phone to my ear.

“Claire?” a voice whispered.

“Claire?” the voice whispered.

It was Harrison.

His voice lacked its usual smooth, polished edge.

He sounded small, his breathing shallow and rapid.

“Where are you, Harrison?” I asked, gripping the phone.

“I’m out,” he said, his voice cracking. “My lawyer got the bail processed an hour ago.”

I looked over at Elena, who was watching me with sharp, narrow eyes.

“You shouldn’t be calling me,” I said. “Talk to my attorney.”