HE SENT ME AN INVOICE FOR MY CHILDHOOD—BY MORNING, THE FAMILY TURNED ON HIM

This was it—the first crack in the armor.

Margaret’s next text was almost immediate.

“Marcus just laughed. He literally laughed in Harrison’s face. He clapped him on the shoulder and told him not to worry about procedural details. He told him to trust the new leadership to handle it.”

I closed my eyes. The sheer, blinding arrogance of the man. He had been given a warning by a powerful board member, and he had dismissed it like it was nothing. It was the fatal mistake of every tyrant—the belief that they are untouchable.

I was about to type a reply to Margaret when a new message from her popped up.

“Wait, something’s happening.”

I stared at the screen.

“His lawyer just ran up to him—one of the sharks from Kramer and Lynch. He looks panicked.”