“You think you built everything alone?” he snapped. “Clients trusted this company because I knew how to speak to them. Men like dealing with me. You were too cold, too intense, too obsessed with control.”
I looked at the red recording light on the table.
“Thank you,” I said.
His eyes followed mine.
Too late.
Helen opened the final folder.
“This is an email Daniel sent to a private attorney two weeks ago,” she said.
Daniel stood. “That’s privileged.”
“Not when it was forwarded from a company account during an internal fraud investigation,” Helen replied.
She read the subject line aloud.
