And across the courtroom, the judge had just noticed the crest stamped onto the envelope.

Her expression shifted immediately.

Vivian didn’t notice it.

Not yet….

Vivian’s confidence grew stronger with every document her attorney handed to the court.

Bank records. Therapy recommendations. A notarized letter of concern signed by Mason. Even photographs showing me leaving my father’s office late at night, head lowered, coat wrapped tightly around me like a woman wandering through ruins.

“She accessed confidential company files after midnight,” Mr. Bell stated. “Multiple times.”

“I possess authorized credentials,” I replied calmly.

“For a department you do not oversee.”