CHAPTER: 13
The envelope arrived at 9:06 a.m.
No warning.
No courtesy call.
Just a federal courier walking through the glass doors of Callaway International as if he owned the building.
Sophia watched from the executive floor as security escorted him upstairs.
“Who is it?” she asked calmly.
Ethan already knew.
“Government.”
The word settled heavily between them.
Minutes later, the courier stood in front of Ethan’s desk.
“Mr. Callaway. Miss Bennett.”
He placed two thick sealed envelopes on the glass surface.
“Federal subpoena. Effective immediately.”
The air in the office turned sharp.
“For what?” Sophia asked.
The courier’s tone was neutral.
“Financial review connected to Bennett Biotech and Harrington Strategic Ventures. You are both required to provide documentation and
