She’s using forged papers to frighten you.

Call the police.

Call our lawyers.”

“Be quiet, Mom.” Corvin wasn’t looking at her.

He was looking at his laptop, where his CFO had just pushed an emergency alert onto his screen: the extension denied, the accounts frozen, default notices going out to every liquidity provider on the account.

“Adaeze, please.” The arrogance drained out of him all at once, and he gripped the edge of the table.