Inside the main boardroom, Graham, Margaret, and Sloane were gathered around the glass table.

Vance Harrison stood by the window, his back to them, looking out at the grey skyline.

They all looked up as the doors opened.

“Claire,” Graham said, his voice tight. “What is the meaning of this?”

“It’s over, Graham,” I said.

I placed the blue leather ledger on the glass table.

It made a heavy, solid sound against the glass.

“What is that?” Margaret asked, her voice sharp but her eyes widening as she recognized the binding.

“Your undoing,” I said.

Rachel stepped forward and opened her briefcase.

She laid out the bank records, the digital transfers, and the forensic audit reports Daniel had prepared.

“The authorities are waiting downstairs,” Rachel said.

“We have the physical evidence of the dual-ledger system you used to siphon thirty million dollars over five years.”

Sloane stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the marble floor.

“I had nothing to do with this,” Sloane said, her voice rising. “Graham handled the accounts.”

“You signed the quarterly reports, Sloane,” I said. “You took credit for the foundation’s growth in the media.”