“When,” she asked quietly, “did you say this?”
Mark looked at her, mouth opening, then closing.
“Two months ago,” I answered gently. “In the elevator of your office building. You didn’t realize the system was recording that day. One of your associates did. Someone you’ve overlooked for years.”
Mark turned toward me, rage and disbelief colliding. “You planned this.”
“No,” I said. “You did. I just stopped covering for you.”
One of the senior partners—Mr. Caldwell, a man who had built his reputation on integrity—folded his hands. “Mark,” he said evenly, “we’ll be pausing discussions effective immediately.”
Mark’s face collapsed inward, like a structure losing its supports.
Serena looked at me then, really looked at me. “He told me you were bitter,” she said softly. “That you wanted to see him fail.”
I shook my head. “I wanted peace. He wanted applause.”
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