“Let’s go home and fix this.” “There’s one thing you can’t fix,” I said, stepping back, and I pointed at the laptop he’d shut too late.

“That meeting was still connected.

The whole time.” The last of the color left his face.

“Did someone record it?” “I’m sure someone did,” I said softly.

Chapter 5 — The Meeting Was Still Connected

Camila’s hand flew to the necklace at her throat, and I watched the horror arrive in both their faces as they understood that thirty of their colleagues had just learned, in the space of seven seconds, the thing it had taken me two years to see.

Gavin believed, standing in that hallway, that the video was the worst thing that could happen to him that night.