“He lied to all of us!” she cried, victim already, the pivot seamless.

“I have recordings — Marius admitting he cooked the books for three years to inflate the stock.

He was conning everyone in this room.” She held her phone up like a shield.

She had turned on him in under a minute, and Marius stared at her with his mouth open, watching the last person he’d trusted drive the knife in.

It would have been almost pitiable if I had any pity left to spend on him.

I watched it happen on my screen and felt the particular satisfaction of a thing proving itself true in public.