“My client still owns twenty percent.”

Dad grabbed it.

“And that means nothing.”

I smiled.

“It means a lot when you committed fraud against a shareholder.”

For the first time that evening, nobody laughed.

Dad glanced toward the door.

“You planned this.”

“Yes.”

“You came to humiliate us.”

“No.”

I glanced at the $6,842 bill.

“You invited me to humiliate me.”

Then I looked directly into his eyes.

“I just came prepared.”

Martin reached into his folder again.

“And there is one more matter.”

Dad stopped breathing.

Martin placed a court-stamped document on the table.

“A temporary restraining order has been granted. Effective immediately, neither Richard Harrington nor Vanessa Dalton may transfer company funds, sell company assets, destroy records, or access the corporate accounting system.”

Vanessa shot to her feet so quickly her chair fell backward.

“You can’t do this!”

I didn’t move.

“I already did.”

Dad’s face turned dark red.

“You ungrateful little—”

“Be careful,” Martin said quietly.

That stopped him.

Vanessa pointed at me.

“This company belongs to us!”

“No,” I replied. “It belongs to its shareholders.”

“You’re twenty percent!”

“Correct.”

She gave a desperate laugh.

“So you still can’t control anything.”

That was when I revealed what I had saved for last.

“You’re right.”

I turned toward the doorway.

“Martin wasn’t the only person I asked to come.”

A second man entered.

Then a woman.