“All of it.

Effective now.

I don’t care about the penalties.” I heard the stunned silence on the line and I did not care about that either.

Then I called my head of legal, and I gave a second instruction, slower and more precise: that IT and legal were to immediately lock down and preserve every historic email, every server backup, every corporate mail log associated with the accounts of Genevieve and of Oliver Vance, and that nothing was to be deleted or altered by anyone, under any authority, including my mother’s.

And then I called airport security, and I asked them to escort two people away from my family.

My mother stared at me as though I had struck her.