Harrison followed with our attorneys and security team.
The room fell silent.
Nolan stood so suddenly that his chair rolled backward.
“Eleanor?”
I looked around the table.
“Good morning, everyone.”
He stared at me.
“But weren’t you supposed to be in prison?”
I smiled faintly.
“I’m afraid there’s been a change of plans.”
I walked to my father’s chair and sat down.
For three months, these people had acted as though I no longer existed.
Now they couldn’t even look me in the eye.
“Harrison,” I said, “please distribute the documents.”
Thick folders appeared in front of every executive.
Inside were the findings from the internal investigation.
Suspicious invoices.
Unauthorized transactions.
Questionable consulting agreements.
Payments to companies connected to Silas’s associates.
Nolan opened his folder.
His face turned pale.
“Eleanor, I can explain.”
“Then you’ll have an opportunity to explain everything to the investigators.”
