“What did he say?” Grant demanded. “Vivian, what did Caleb say?”

I didn’t answer him.

I turned to Lila, who was still standing by the camera, watching us with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Thank you, Lila,” I said.

“You can go now.”

Lila didn’t hesitate.

She grabbed her leather handbag from the desk and slipped past Grant, her head down.

Grant didn’t even try to stop her.

He was staring at me, his breathing shallow.

“You think Caleb can save you?” Grant sneered, though his voice lacked its previous conviction.

“Caleb represents the board, Vivian.”

“Without my signature, the board can’t transfer the development rights.”

“We’ll see about that,” Diane said, stepping between us.

“We have a lot of work to do tonight, Vivian.”

“Let’s go.”

I picked up my laptop and the USB drive Lila had left on the table.

As I walked past Grant, the scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the sour smell of his sweat.

“You’re going to regret this, Vivian,” he whispered as I passed.

“You have nothing left.”

I stopped at the doorway and looked back at him.