“Furthermore,” the judge continued grimly, “I am signing the emergency injunction requested by Mrs. Mercer’s new counsel. All assets, patents, and shares transferred under the fraudulent power of attorney are frozen, effective immediately.”

Grant looked like a man watching an avalanche come down on him. He turned to me, fear curdling into venomous rage. “You think you’ve won? You think you can take my company?

The board will never back a woman who spent six months talking to the walls!”

I held his stare and let him see the absolute lack of mercy in my eyes.

“Grant,” I said softly, stepping away from my table. “It was never your company.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my tablet.