Whatever this is, whatever you think you have, we can settle it between us.

Privately.

This is our marriage.

This doesn’t belong in front of the board.”

“You made our marriage a company expense,” I said.

“You put your girlfriend’s rent and her car and her hospital bills on my father’s ledgers.

You don’t get to call it private now, at the gate, because privacy has finally become convenient for you.”

And I turned the tablet so the nine silent boxes could see him, and I began.