“You did well, Nora,” I said, putting my arm around her shoulder. “It is safe now.”

Marcus checked the computer screens.

“The files are gone, Adrian,” Marcus said. “He downloaded everything to an external drive.”

I walked over to the desk.

The silver USB drive was missing from its slot.

Caleb had the transaction logs, the offshore account details, and the names of every contact in my network.

But he had left his own encrypted login active on the screen.

I looked at the monitor.

The security logs showed his personal clearance codes being used to open the emergency exit in the conservatory.

The evidence of his treason was fully recorded on my backup hard drive.

It was more than enough to hand over to the federal authorities.

I looked around the room.

I looked at the mahogany desk, the leather chairs, and the millions of dollars of art on the walls.

For seventeen years, I had built this empire to protect myself.

But it had almost cost me my daughter.

I did not want the power anymore.

I did not want the secrets.