He spoke about opportunity, expansion, and vision.
When he asked for a vote, I stood.
The chair legs scraped the floor.
Every head turned.
“Before this board approves another dollar under Michael Anderson’s leadership,” I said, “we need to discuss whether the man asking for our trust still deserves access to this company at all.”
Michael’s smile hardened.
“Catherine, this is not the place for personal matters.”
“An affair is personal,” I said. “A hidden apartment paid for through company funds is not. A shell company is not. A harmful substance acquired through a third party and placed in food intended for your wife is not.”
The room erupted.
Michael slammed his palm on the table.
“Enough.”
I nodded to Sarah.
The projector lit up.
First came the bank transfers.
Then the shell company records.
Then the footage of Kevin.
Then Susan’s messages.
Michael stood so fast his chair hit the wall.
“This is fabricated,” he said.
I clicked the audio file.
His own voice filled the conference room.
Cold. Clear. Unmistakable.
When the recording ended, no one moved.
Michael lunged toward the projector cable, but security stepped in. Kevin backed away as if the floor had opened beneath him.
At that exact moment, the conference room doors opened.
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