Brenda sat behind her desk with two blue folders open in front of her.

She put her pen down on a yellow notepad and watched me sit in the leather chair across from her.

“Everything on the corporate side is frozen solid,” Brenda said.

“The trust lawyer filed the legal injunction at ten this morning.

Tiffany’s lawyers tried to take twelve thousand dollars out of the payroll reserve at eleven, and the system blocked it.”

“She’ll try again,” I said.