“But we need to make some immediate decisions about the leadership of the firm.”

Graham took a step toward me, his hands fists at his sides.

“You can’t do this, Arden,” he hissed.

“I built that firm.”

“You built it on a foundation of stolen money, Graham,” Maren said from the side.

“And now the tide is out.”

Bianca looked at Elliot, her voice shaking.

“Elliot, my name isn’t on those accounts.”

“I was just executing the transfers under Graham’s direction.”

“You signed the authorization forms as the compliance officer, Bianca,” I said.

“Your signature is on every single document.”

She went pale, her hand rising to cover her mouth.

The rain outside began to fall harder, drumming against the leaded glass windows of the front door.

Inside, the only sound was the rustle of the papers in Elliot’s hands as he turned the page.

He looked up from the document, his eyes fixed on Graham.

The transition in Elliot’s mind was clear.

He was no longer Graham’s weekend golfing partner.

He was the managing partner of a firm fighting for its life.