Chapter 6 - The Emergency Injunction
By 8:30 AM, Grant had showered, shaved, and was sitting at the kitchen island drinking black coffee as if he hadn't spent the middle of the night committing digital arson in the basement.
"You're up early," he said, looking up from his iPad as I walked in wearing my maternity leggings and a loose linen sweater. "Rough night?"
"I couldn't sleep," I said simply, pouring myself a glass of cold orange juice. "The baby was kicking."
Grant offered a sympathetic, practiced smile—the kind of look designed to signal he was a doting, supportive husband. "You need to rest more, Em. Maybe I should cancel my meetings this morning and work from the home office so you can take a nap."
"Don't change your schedule on my account, Grant," I replied, holding my glass steady. "Go to Manhattan. Go to your meetings. Do whatever you need to do."
He stood up, walked over, and pressed a brief, dry kiss to my forehead. "I'll be back by six. We'll order Thai food."
The moment the front door closed behind him and the Bentley’s engine faded down the driveway, I picked up my phone and dialed Dana Mercer’s direct line.
"Dana," I said before she could even say hello. "He was in the server room last night. He tried to wipe the ninety-day archive."
There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by the sound of a pen tapping against a desk. Then Dana let out a sharp, victorious laugh.
"Well, that settles the spoliation of evidence motion," she said, her voice dropping into executive gear. "Attempting to destroy digital records after being put on notice of a pending marital dissolution is a criminal-level misstep. It destroys any remaining credibility he had with the family court judge."
"Can we file now?"
"We are filing right now," Dana stated. "I have our runner en route to the Stamford courthouse with the emergency ex-parte packet. We are asking for immediate financial freezes on all personal and corporate accounts, preservation of all digital assets, and an order granting you exclusive occupancy of the Greenwich estate effective immediately."
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"And Grant?"
"The sheriff’s department will serve him at his Manhattan office before noon," Dana said coldly. "He’ll have two hours to pack a bag and get off the property."
