“It temporarily suspends your voting authority and freezes all your corporate signing powers until a formal medical evaluation is done.”

“Who signed the petition as her witness?” I asked.

“County Judge Reynolds approved the order in chambers at six a.m.,” the lawyer said.

Chloe turned away from the windowpane and took a slow sip of coffee, her eyes running over my boots.

“My name is painted on thirty-eight highway rigs in this company,” I said.

“The documents are valid, Garrett, and security will walk you out,” the lawyer said.

Two guards in black polo shirts stepped out of the alcove by the water cooler behind me.