If I had moved against him in the dark, through lawyers and sealed filings, that story would have had room to breathe — his word against mine, the celebrated founder against the bitter wife.

So I did the opposite of dark.

I put the theft on a ten-foot screen in front of the very people whose money he had stolen, the forensic audit in red, the hotel charges dated against Sabrina’s procurement approvals, and I let them see it all at once, together, with their own eyes.

You cannot convince a room that a woman is hysterical while that same woman is calmly walking a forensic accountant’s report past twelve sophisticated investors without a single figure out of place.

The daylight was the whole point.