Slowly, they began to believe in me.
One night, after a fourteen-hour stretch, David appeared at my door with coffee. “You look like you’ve been through war,” he said lightly.
“I have,” I sighed.
“You’re winning,” he said. “Half the board already respects you.”
“Half isn’t enough.”
He smiled. “Every revolution starts with half.”
Something in his voice steadied me. It wasn’t flattery—it was faith. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed that.
Then one night, everything changed.
Maria, a quiet accountant, left a folder on my desk. “You need to see this,” she whispered.
Inside was proof that Nathan had been funneling millions into offshore accounts.
Fraud. Massive fraud.
My pulse thundered. I could have buried it—to protect the stock price—but I thought of my uncle’s letter: Lead with integrity.
