And hissed:
“YOU’VE NEVER EARNED A DOLLAR IN YOUR LIFE. SIT DOWN!”
The courtroom fell silent.
I looked at his hand.
Then at his face.
And said calmly:
“Let go.”
He tightened his grip.
The judge’s voice rang out.
“Mr. Ashbourne!”
Julian froze.
“Release her immediately.”
He let go.
The judge looked furious.
“One more outburst, and you will face consequences.”
Julian sat back.
His face was red.
Serafine stared at the floor.
I straightened my sleeve.
Then reached into my handbag.
The envelope was sealed.
Inside were certified copies of the original formation documents.
The capitalization schedule.
And supporting ownership records.
The documents had been disclosed to the opposing side through the required process.
The envelope was simply the organized set I intended to reference in court.
I handed it to the court officer.
“Your Honor, these are the original ownership records for Ashbourne Freight Holdings.”
The judge examined them.
