“We announced the retention bonuses this morning,” he said. “The panic has subsided.”

I looked out at the water, watching a container ship slowly make its way toward the port.

The company was clean now.

The name Hayes Development would remain, but the man who gave it that name was gone.

My phone buzzed on the table.

It was a notification from a news website.

The headline was simple: *Former CEO Victor Hayes Enters Guilty Plea in Federal Fraud Case.*

There was a photograph of Victor from three years ago, smiling at a charity gala, holding a glass of champagne.

I swiped the screen to clear the notification.

“We need to sign the lease authorizations for the new warehouse facility,” Nathan said, handing me a pen.

I took the pen from his hand.

It was heavy, made of solid silver, a gift my father had given me when I graduated from law school.

I signed my name at the bottom of the document.

The ink was black and dry before I even closed the folder.

“We are done for the day,” I said.