“May I see the electronic copy?”
“I have it on a secured drive.”
Calder immediately objected.
“Your Honor, we have not had an opportunity to examine that material.”
“And now you will.”
Judge Porter turned to her clerk.
“Mark the drive as an exhibit and place it under seal.”
The clerk approached me.
I handed over the small black case.
My fingers were steady.
My heart was not.
The first time I had held that drive, I had been sitting alone at my kitchen table.
I had opened the file expecting to find a familiar agreement.
Instead, I found a version with a creation date two days after Andrew claimed to have signed it.
The name of the author was not Calder.
It was an employee account connected to the company’s finance department.
At the time, I had wondered whether it was a technical error.
Then I found the notary stamp.
