ling's email arrived: Board meeting. Thursday, 9 a.m. Your hu

eet, still and s

d," she muttered.

gh thought they could walk all over an empt

suits. The air conditioning was set to arctic. Twelve board dire

e doors s

e wal

had tailored to fit like armor. Her hair w

he table, stood up. "What are you d

the empty chair at the head of the table, F

attorney," she said, placing her leather fold

r right, nodded. "It is in

th a pen. "Go back to the hospital, Darcie. You don't kn

on the screen. "The shell company is called Blue Ridge Transport," he had said, his voice a calm whisper. "He's siphoning money through infl

pened he

d, her voice projecting clearly. "But I

topped directly in front of him. It wasn't a spreadsheet. It was a high-resolution st

de you a liability to this company's shareholde

tter!" Hugh blustered,

mpany's value in a single day," Darcie cou

nd the men beside him could hear. "And this is just the appe

d to the table. The mention of the shell company had

ugh Maxwell's executive privileges pending a ful

his. Then the CFO. Then the others. Capital

ied," Sterli

stood up, shaking. "I am th

, resting her chin on

id softly. "And show som

nty-four!"

Darcie said. "That make

room. Everyone was wa

so hard Darcie thou

...Da

to your office and pack your thin

med out o

ehind her in the lobby. Then she leaned against the metal w

Nine.

led it

ck to the

room. "Fleet! You

hand, the one th

I suspended

idiot. She squeezed his h

her grip. We won. She had said we. Not I. She wasn't ju

to Fleet. He felt something sharp unfurl. Pride, f

she was doing. She dr

ughed nervously. "Okay. Reward time.