It will be folded into a new subsidiary under Mercer Capital.”

He set the pen in my hand.

“The board chair belongs to you.

Not as a gesture.

Not because you are my fiancee.

But because you are the only person who holds the original, untainted forensic ledgers.

You built the roadmap for that company’s survival before they ever threw you out of it.

Now you get to be the one who executes it.” I looked down at the pen in my hand, and I noticed that my fingers did not shake at all.