Several board members leaned forward, studying the projected documents.

“Furthermore,” Daniel said, pointing to the signatures at the bottom of the invoices, “every single payment to Apex was personally authorized by Dr. James Hendricks, bypassing the standard three-bid purchasing protocol.”

James stared at the screen, his fingers twitching against his thighs.

“These documents are fabricated,” James said, turning to Dr. Sterling. “This is a personal vendetta by a disgruntled employee and an emotional donor who is grieving his late wife.”

“The files came directly from the secure server of the Chief Nursing Officer,” I said. “The digital signatures are verified. They cannot be fabricated.”

Mark took a step toward me, his face twisted in anger.

“Victoria, you have no idea what you’re doing,” Mark said. “You’re ruining this hospital’s reputation over a personal grudge.”

“I’m protecting the children, Mark,” I said. “The children who didn’t get their medicine because you wanted a new office in Back Bay.”

Dr. Sterling looked down at the documents in front of him, his face pale.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.