“My client maintains that the signatures are valid, Your Honor,” Harris said.

“We require time to conduct our own independent analysis.”

“We do not have time,” Julian said.

“The closing for the sale is scheduled for three o’clock this afternoon,” Julian added.

Judge Vance closed the binder with a heavy thud.

He looked down at Bennett, his expression stern.

“I have seen enough to warrant extreme caution,” Judge Vance said.

“I am granting the emergency injunction,” he announced.

He picked up his gavel.

“The sale of all Whitlock Luxe assets is frozen immediately,” he said.

“Furthermore, I am removing Bennett Whitlock from all operational control of the hospitality group, effective immediately.”

The gavel fell with a loud crack.

“A temporary receiver will be appointed to oversee daily operations,” Judge Vance added.

“And Mrs. Whitlock will be granted full access to the corporate offices and financial records.”

I let out a breath I felt like I had been holding for months.

Julian turned to me, a small, relieved smile on his face.

“We did it,” he whispered.

Across the aisle, Bennett slammed his fist onto the mahogany table.