The judge lifted the USB.

“That citizen… is Mr. Ethan Carter.”

The courtroom erupted into whispers.

Paula snapped her head up, alarmed.

Salinger’s smile disappeared.

The judge continued, calm and surgical:

“While checking my vehicle, I found this device on my passenger seat. I assumed it belonged to Mr. Carter and—before this hearing began—ordered it reviewed to determine whether it contained information relevant to this case.”

Salinger stood instantly.

“Objection, Your Honor! That’s improper—”

She looked at him with ice.

“Sit down, counsel. Relevant evidence discovered prior to judgment may be admitted under this court’s discretion. And believe me… this is relevant.”

She turned to the clerk.

“Play the contents.”

The courtroom screen lit up.

And the video appeared.

A hidden camera recorded Paula Grant’s office.

Clear as day—Paula altering accounting files while speaking with Salinger.

“Carter takes the fall,” Paula said on the video. “Nobody will believe him.”

“Perfect,” Salinger replied. “We push him out and keep the project money.”

The room went dead.

Someone gasped.

Brooks stared, mouth open.

Ethan couldn’t breathe.

Paula’s face drained white.

“That’s edited!” she shouted.

But the video kept rolling.