“Who gave you permission to enter private property?” she called down the grand staircase.

Michael came up the steps three at a time, with six uniformed federal agents carrying black equipment cases behind him.

“Clear the offices on the ground floor first,” Michael told the team leader.

“I’m calling our chief corporate counsel this very second,” Victoria said, stepping right into Michael’s way.

“You have five seconds to turn around before the county sheriff gets here.”

Michael reached into his coat pocket and drew out a four-page document stamped with red federal court seals.