But the books are quiet, and patient, and they do not care what anyone believes, and in the end, in every room that truly matters, the books win.

My father understood that; it is why he built his company on integrity, which is simply the discipline of keeping the surface and the facts aligned.

Wendy never understood it, which is why she could steal his company but never truly hold it.

And I understood it best of all, because I was the one who had been down among the facts the whole time, in the corner, learning the only lesson that was ever going to matter.

Chapter 19 — The Cleanup