Grant walked out of his office, his face flushed red.

“This meeting is not over,” he shouted at the board members.

“We still have the proxy votes.”

“No, you don’t, Grant,” one of the older board members said, rising from his chair.

“Not if the federal regulators are involved.”

“We are suspending the vote until we have a full audit.”

Grant looked as if he had been struck.

Vanessa didn’t move to comfort him.

She stood frozen, her gaze fixed on the mahogany table.

I could see her mind working, calculating the damages.

She knew about the Cayman transfers.

She had helped him set them up.

If the regulators found the paper trail, she would be facing criminal charges alongside him.

I walked toward the exit, my body aching, but my mind sharper than it had been in months.

Margaret walked beside me, her heels clicking rhythmically on the marble floor.

As we reached the heavy glass doors of the lobby, Vanessa caught up to us.

“Wait,” Vanessa said, her voice shaking slightly.

She looked back toward the boardroom to make sure Grant wasn’t following.