No hard choices.

No reluctant heroism.

Just theft, and then, when the theft was threatened, an attempt to reduce a person to a bargaining chip to fund the cover-up.

That is what it was, and saying it plainly, out loud, in that room, was as important to me as any handcuffs.

Because my father built that company on integrity, which is at bottom just the refusal to let a comfortable story cover an ugly truth — and the way I honored him, in the end, was not only by recovering his money, but by insisting, in front of everyone, that the ugly truth be called by its real name.

Wendy wanted, even at the end, to be remembered as the woman who saved the company.