I have sat on many boards, and been in many rooms where large and consequential decisions were made, and I can tell you that there is a specific quality to the silence in a room where powerful people have just watched other powerful people destroy themselves.

It is not triumph.

No one in that room was triumphant, least of all me.

It was closer to the quiet after a storm has finally passed over a house — the assessment of damage, the counting of what is still standing.

Adrian and Marcus were led out.

Vanessa gathered the twins, who were not, it should be said, at fault for any of it, and was escorted from a building she would never enter again.