Dr. Sterling then turned his gaze to Mark.

Mark sat perfectly still, his hands flat on the polished table.

“Mark,” Dr. Sterling said, his voice cold.

“You were brought on as an advisory board member to guide our expansion, not to line your pockets.”

“I had nothing to do with James’s accounting,” Mark said quickly, his voice tight.

“I was merely consulting on the physical infrastructure.”

“The signatures on the October invoice say otherwise,” Dr. Sterling said.

“You signed off on equipment delivery reports for machines that never arrived at the clinic.”

“You are stripped of your advisory role, effective immediately.”

“The board will formally request your resignation from all affiliated committees by five o’clock today.”

Mark’s face contorted into a mask of pure anger.

He stood up slowly, his chair scraping loudly against the hardwood floor.

He glared across the table at me.

“Are you happy now, Victoria?” Mark spat, his voice trembling.

“You couldn’t just let things go.”

“You had to destroy my career because you couldn’t handle the fact that I moved on.”

I looked at him, feeling a strange, quiet emptiness where my anger used to be.