“The phone hasn’t stopped ringing,” she said, leading me into our conference room.

“Has Elias made his statement yet?” I asked, putting my purse on the table.

Sarah set the folders down and picked up a remote control.

She turned on the wall-mounted television.

The screen showed a live broadcast outside the King Holdings building.

A reporter in a rain slicker was speaking into a microphone.

“We are hearing reports that the board of directors has officially voted to suspend Elias King,” the reporter said.

The ticker at the bottom of the screen showed the stock price down twelve percent.

“A temporary committee has been formed to oversee operations while the federal investigation continues,” the reporter added.

Sarah muted the volume.

“It’s a bloodbath,” she said.

“He won’t survive this,” I said.

“He might,” she said, looking at me closely. “If he can prove he didn’t know about Daniel’s accounts.”

“But he did know,” I said. “Or rather, he chose not to know.”

I walked over to the small coffee station and poured myself a cup.

The steam rose up, warming my face.