The whole office went quiet.

I set the box on the mahogany and kept both hands flat on the cardboard.

The attorney’s gaze moved from the box to Gavin, then back to me.

“Nina,” I said without turning around, “do you still have access to the executive server logs?”

Gavin let out one short note of a laugh.

“This isn’t a courtroom, Christopher.”

Eleanor didn’t move.

“Answer him, Nina.” Her voice carried from the head of the table, quiet and flat.