I hit enter.

Three things happened in rapid succession.

Grant’s phone, on the table, began to vibrate violently. Then Vanessa’s, in her purse. Then, faintly, the judge’s clerk glanced at her own screen.

“What did you do?” Grant whispered, snatching up his phone. He stared at it, his face going ashen.

“The court froze the fraudulent transfers thirty seconds ago,” I said, my voice carrying in the quiet room. “The Noah Protocol just made that freeze real.

It restored my root credentials and revoked the administrative access you granted yourself and your C-suite under a power of attorney that no longer exists.