Instead, he calmly folded the paper, slipped it into his breast pocket, and walked out of the room, leaving the door open to the drafty hallway.

“He let him die,” I whispered, my voice barely a rustle of paper in the grand marble corridor.

“Evelyn, we need to move,” Julian said, his hand firm on my shoulder.

“The board meeting starts in twenty minutes at the corporate offices, and we cannot let Bennett get there first.”

Priya closed the video file, her fingers flying across the keypad to back it up to three secure servers.

“I am sending this directly to the district attorney’s observer,” Priya said, her eyes cold and sharp.

“She is still downstairs in the lobby.”

We hurried toward the private elevator, the sound of our heels clicking against the wet stone floors.

Outside, the Manhattan rain beat a steady rhythm against the tall arched windows of the courthouse.

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped into the small, wood-paneled carriage.

My heart hammered against my ribs, but my hands remained steady.

“The board is already divided,” Julian said, checking his watch as the elevator descended.