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for several seconds.

One director slowly removed his glasses.

“My God.”

Daniel stood abruptly.

“That was private!”

Harold’s expression hardened.

“You documented an intention to conceal a related-party transaction.”

Daniel looked toward the screen.

“Claire, stop this.”

I remembered every dinner where he mocked my questions about his company.

Every time he told continue reading …