“About ten minutes for the full database,” Calvin said, squinting at the monitor.

“Wait. That’s strange.”

“What is?” I asked, leaning closer to the screen.

He pointed a thick finger at the active user log in the corner of the monitor.

“Someone else is logged into the secure server right now,” Calvin said.

“Using an off-site virtual private network.”

“Who?” I asked, my chest tightening.

“It’s Marcus’s credentials,” Calvin said, referring to Marcus Sterling, one of our oldest board members.

“Marcus has no operational reason to be in the server at midnight,” I said.

“He’s not just looking,” Calvin said, clicking a few tabs to pull up the system audit log.

“He’s exporting the shareholder registry and the corporate bylaws.”

I stared at the lines of data scrolling down the screen.

“My father,” I whispered.

“He’s already got to him.”

“Sterling was always a greedy bastard,” Calvin spat.

“Elliot barely kept him in line when he was alive.”

“If Marcus is sharing that data, they are planning to challenge my appointment before the board meeting on Monday,” I said.

“Can they actually do that?” Calvin asked.