And something in Arthur’s face, watching him, settled into absolute resolve.

He set the photographs down on the mahogany console table, squared them neatly, the gesture of a man who has finished reviewing an exhibit.

And then he turned to his wife.

“Evelyn,” he said, and his tone was icy and final.

“Call our corporate legal team.

Tonight.

Revoke Julian’s executive access to the family firm, effective immediately.

Freeze his corporate cards.