“Your daughter’s corporate espionage was not as thorough as she believed,” I said.

“I opened a global compliance audit this morning.

Dalloway Logistics is in violation of international patent law to the order of eight hundred million dollars, and I’m told the federal marshals are at your headquarters as we speak.” Sena’s phone slipped from her hand and cracked on the stage.

She looked at her father, and her father looked at her the way you look at a debt you cannot pay.

I had held that particular card for weeks, and I want to explain why, because it is the closest thing this story has to a lesson.

When my investigators first brought me the evidence that Dalloway Logistics was quietly running a pirated version of my father’s code, my first instinct was to use it immediately — to march into a lawyer’s office and file.