The security officers pushed the door open. “Veronica Joel?” the lead officer asked, already stepping inside. Vordon moved in front of her instantly. “On what grounds?”
“Government seizure order. Suspicion of financial fraud and market manipulation.”
The words felt clinical. Final.
Veronica’s heart slammed against her ribs, but her face stayed calm. Panic would only feed the cameras that were probably already waiting downstairs.
“I’ll cooperate,” she said. Vordon shot her a sharp look. “You don’t say that.”
“I’m not running.”
Cassian watched quietly, calculating. Tyrus’ jaw tightened, eyes scanning the officers like he was memorizing faces.
“You have the right to remain.”
“I know my rights,” Veronica cut in softly.
Her voice didn’t shake, which surprised even her. Inside, fear coi
