“You put your name on the stolen assets.”

Graham looked at Vance, his face turning pale. “Vance, tell them this is a mistake.”

Vance did not turn around to look at him.

“I cut my deal two hours ago, Graham,” Vance said quietly.

“I gave them the server logs from my development company.”

Margaret sat back in her leather chair, her face completely pale.

“You wouldn’t do this to your own family, Claire,” Margaret said, her voice shaking.

“You are not my family,” I said.

Two federal agents entered the boardroom from the rear doors.

They read Graham his rights first.

I watched as they placed the silver handcuffs on his wrists.

He looked at me, his eyes full of anger, but he said nothing as they led him out.

Sloane began to cry, her makeup smudging under her eyes as she was escorted from the room.

The boardroom became very quiet.

“Are you alright?” Daniel asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“I am,” I said. “Let’s finish this.”

The weeks that followed were filled with depositions and court hearings.