“She faked them.

She’s the CFO, she can make a document say anything—”

“The samples were collected from the glasses and bottles at the anniversary dinner,” my attorney said, calmly.

“Under a court-admissible chain of custody, witnessed and sealed.

They are not fake, Ms. — and I would advise you, as your former employer’s counsel and nothing more, to stop talking now.”

And Adrian, standing frozen at the center of the room, turned — slowly, as though something in him already knew — toward the doorway, where Marcus Bell had just arrived for the emergency board meeting and stopped dead at the threshold, taking in the scene.