"Arthur didn't file for protection to save his enterprise," I said, my voice dangerously sharp as I zoomed in on the legal filing on my screen. "He filed to turn the entire debt into a weapon."
"What are you looking at, Rhys?" Vivienne asked, stepping closer to my desk, her face pale in the harsh glare of the monitors. "The filing locks all corporate assets. It freezes everything."
"It freezes Vance Holdings, but look at the guarantor signatures on schedule four," I replied, slamming my palm against the oak wood. "Arthur restructured the offshore holdings three weeks ago. He quiet-assigned every toxic liability, every bad loan, and every default risk directly to your personal tax identification."
"That's impossible," she whispered, her hands gripping the edge of my terminal as her eyes
