Locked out. He went to his private filing cabinet—an old-fashioned backup he’d kept because he didn’t trust “everything digital.”
The drawer opened. Empty.
His throat went dry. He tried accessing his accounts through a secure line. A red message flashed across the screen:
ACCESS DENIED.
ACCOUNTS RESTRICTED BY COURT ORDER. Adrian stared at it, pulse pounding. His phone buzzed.
A call from Evelyn Mercer—his longtime attorney and one of the few people he trusted completely. The moment he answered, her voice came fast. “Adrian, you need to leave the house,” she said.
“Now.”
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