“I need to go over the wire receipts for the forty-one thousand two hundred dollars,” I said, stepping down onto the asphalt.

Dale set the blue file on the flat hood of my truck.

He pushed the papers together with both hands, stacking the top documents into a perfectly square pile before he looked up at me.

“Garrett brought the magistrate’s order to our legal department two hours ago,” Dale said.

“He filed an emergency corporate injunction freezing your sign-off authority on every commercial account.”

“I’m the senior president named in the original charter,” I said, clearing my throat.