“You planned this,” he whispered.

“I documented it,” I said.

“There’s a difference.

A plan is something you can talk your way out of.

A record isn’t.”

Arthur handed him a single printed page confirming his suspension.

And Fiona turned to me and put the sealed blue folder into my hands, and I opened it, and inside was the board’s signed resolution appointing me interim executive chair of Vance Global Medical until an independent chief executive could be found.

Chapter 15 — He Understood