For Nine Years He Mistook My Silence for Surrender; What He Never Understood Was That Every Dinner I Didn’t Fight About Was a Day I Stayed Close Enough to Gather What I Needed to End Him

Chapter 12 — The Audit

I sat at the head of the table, beside Lorna, and I did not raise my voice, and I did not let a single flicker of feeling cross my face.

“Roman,” I said, quietly enough that the room had to still itself to hear me, “this is not a personal grievance.

This is an emergency meeting of the company’s primary equity holders.

Which is a different thing.