“They don’t seem irrelevant to me,” I said. “They look like a forced hostile takeover. They look like blackmail.”

“You do not understand the business world,” he said. “You are out of your depth.”

“My father helped build King Enterprises,” I said, my grip tightening on the phone. “Your grandfather stole it from him. He threatened to ruin him.”

“That is a serious accusation,” Elias said.

“I have the signed documents right in front of me, Elias. I have the letters.”

I could hear his breathing, shallow and controlled.

“We need to talk,” he said. “In person.”

“We do,” I agreed. “But not on your terms. Not in your office.”

“Name the place.”

“The library on 42nd Street,” I said. “The main reading room. Tomorrow at noon.”

“I will be there,” he said.

“Do not bring your security team, Elias. If I see anyone else, I will send copies of these files to every major financial news outlet in the country.”

I did not wait for him to reply.

I pressed the red button and ended the call.

My hands were shaking violently now.