His assistant, Jessica Chen, met him at the door with a face so pale it made him angrier.
“What?” he snapped.
“The stock,” she said.
“I can see the stock.”
“There’s more.”
She handed him a printed email.
Then another.
Then another.
Shareholders asking questions.
A board member demanding emergency explanation.
A major institutional fund wanting clarification on governance exposure.
James Stewart, the same man who had joked about diversity quotas, was suddenly sweating through his collar.
“This could be opportunistic short pressure,” he muttered.
Leonard rounded on him.
“Then fix it.”
James hesitated.
Then, because panic makes cowards say the quiet parts louder, he said, “We find dirt on her. Everybody has something.”
Jessica flinched.
Leonard actually considered it.
That was the kind of man he was.
Not sorry.
Threatened.
Before he could answer, another alert hit the room.
Johnson Capital Group had released a short public statement:
We are reviewing potential investments in companies where leadership behavior appears inconsistent with long-term human capital stability, equal opportunity, and responsible governance.
Teranova wasn’t named.
It didn’t need to be.
Everybody in the room felt the target land.
Leonard’s phone rang.
Board chair.
He stepped out to take it.
The first words he heard were not hello.
They were, “What did you do?”
Across town, Olivia sat at the head of a conference table in her own office and listened while her team reviewed exposure.
The building was elegant in the way old money tries not to brag.
Stone lobby.
Quiet art.
No giant self-congratulatory magazine covers.
No giant photos of Olivia on the walls.
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