“This whole thing is a personal vendetta!” he said, pointing at his camera.

I leaned toward mine so the whole board could see there was no relish in my face, only fact.

“The personal matter, Zane, was that you called me fifty-two times to demand I stand on a broken leg and cook for your family.

The corporate matter is that you took money meant for thousands of employees and spent it on your relatives.

I know the difference between the two.

So does this company.”