Stacks of Beatrice’s meticulous legal notes spilled over the metal edges, covered in her neat cursive.

“I used your retainer to expedite the filing,” Arthur said.

“What was left covered the private courier we need for the bank tomorrow.”

Arthur cleared his throat loudly before hitting the final print key.

“This is the formal emergency injunction,” Arthur said.

“I’ll file it directly with Judge Harmon at eight o’clock tomorrow morning.”

He pulled three warm sheets of heavy paper from the printer tray.

“An ex parte asset freeze stops all money from moving out without warning the target.”