The empire looked, from the outside, like a fortress of talent and power.

It was, on the inside, a room full of people waiting for me to die.

And the only person in that boardroom I could trust with my life stood beside me in a borrowed gray suit, holding the folder that would send the rest of them to prison, because she was the one person present who had come, not to profit from me, but to save me.

Chapter 17 — The Audit