The board would try to cover this up to protect their stock price.

They would try to keep Jared’s sins behind closed doors.

But the annual Harlan Media Gala was scheduled for tomorrow night.

Every major advertiser, reporter, and industry executive would be in that grand ballroom.

I reached into my pocket and touched my phone.

On it was the digital audio file of Jared speaking to the clinic director.

The recording of my husband ordering a forced medical procedure to keep me quiet.

The board could not cover up what the entire world was about to see on the giant digital screens.

As I stepped into the elevator, my phone buzzed violently in my hand.

It was an unknown number.

I slid my thumb across the screen and held the phone to my ear.

“Shelby,” a frantic voice gasped on the other end.

It was Courtney Briggs, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.

“You need to help me,” Courtney sobbed, her voice muffled by static.

“Jared found out about the test results.”

“He’s at my apartment right now, and he locked the door.”