Chapter 7 - THE BOARDROOM SHOWDOWN
Friday morning, the executive boardroom at my firm was packed. I hadn't been in the office for three days, but I walked in wearing a suit that felt like armor.
Marcus Vale was sitting at the head of the table, his usual smug confidence shattered. He looked around the room, hoping for an ally, but he found none.
I sat down, opened my laptop, and projected the first clip onto the massive screen behind the table.
Claire’s voice filled the room: "By the time Daniel figures anything out, the accounts will already be empty."
The room went dead silent. The board members, men and women I had worked with for a decade, sat in stunned disbelief.
"This is falsified!" Marcus shouted, standing up, his face purple with rage.
"It’s encrypted backup footage," I replied, standing to face him. "And it’s sitting on the Attorney General’s server as we speak."
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He knew he was finished. He grabbed his briefcase and ran, not toward his office, but toward the elevators. The board didn't even try to stop him; they were already pulling out their phones to call their own lawyers.
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