He didn’t defend himself.

He took off his reading glasses.

“When this company was near bankruptcy thirty years ago, I put up my own home,” he said, looking at the screen.

“Hundreds of families depended on us.

Amani and I swore we’d protect them.” “And in your desperation to protect the past,” Ifeoma answered through the monitor, “you decided to destroy anyone who dared build the future.” He lowered his head, suddenly very old.

“I thought I was saving it.” “You don’t save something by poisoning it.” He closed his eyes.