back.
“That is why I opposed her appointment.”
I stared at him.
He had never opposed it.
When the board first discussed my appointment, he had congratulated me, poured champagne, and said, “Maybe this is finally our chance to work together.”
Now I understood.
“Those signatures are forged.”
“Digital approvals don’t lie,” his attorney said.
Then Shiaoza delivered the blow he had clearly prepared.
“The board should suspend her immediately and refer this to federal authorities.”
He looked genuinely saddened.
He had rehearsed this.
Possibly for years.
The conference-room door
