One of them stood up abruptly and began dialing his own attorney.

Wendy’s brother turned on her, his voice cracking.

“You swore to me she didn’t have access to those archives!

You swore it!”

“Shut up!” Wendy shrieked, and the last of her composure shattered like the window I had climbed through the night before.

She turned on me, her face contorted with a fury that had entirely dropped its mask.

“You ungrateful little brat!

I saved this company after your father died!