“I haven’t started.”
I walked toward the stage.
Julian followed two steps.
Stopped.
“Clara.”
I looked back.
Platinum watch.
His hand touched the strap.
As if checking whether it still belonged to him.
I turned away.
Arthur opened the evidence case.
The Sterling emblem stood behind the microphone.
The board chair rose.
“Mrs.
Vance, what exactly are you doing?”
I took the microphone.
“Something we should have done before another dollar moved.”
The clock showed 10:05.