The Room My Father Built
I said nothing about anything that was under investigation, because I had promised a prosecutor I would not, and because I did not need to.
I have watched the video since.
There is no gasp.
Nothing dramatic happens.
What happens is that about four seconds after I stop speaking, you can see a man at the second table — a partner at one of the banks — turn to the woman beside him and say something short.
And you can see, from the way eleven other people at three other tables begin to move, exactly how fast a room full of financial professionals understands that a man has just publicly claimed a relationship with a business that does not exist.
My phone rang at 7:40 the next morning.