Ryan had pursued me as though it were love.
His family had targeted me like property.
At 9:02 a.m., I walked into Harrington BioSystems wearing the same cream dress from breakfast, the redness on my cheek faintly hidden beneath light makeup. People turned their heads in the lobby. The receptionist recognized me from the wedding photos that were already spreading online.
“Mrs. Harrington,” she said warmly.
“Vale,” I corrected. “Emma Vale.”
Naomi arrived three minutes later with two associates and a court filing already prepared. At 9:20, we entered the conference room where Ryan, Malcolm, and three board members had gathered for what they clearly believed would be an emergency family containment discussion.
Ryan stood up. “Emma, thank God. Listen, about this morning—”
“Sit down,” Naomi said.
Malcolm’s gaze narrowed. “This is a private company meeting.”
“Not anymore.” I placed a folder on the table. “At 10 a.m., the Securities and Exchange Commission receives copies of everything in here. At 10:05, the Department of Justice gets the overseas payment records. At 10:10, every board member receives the full internal memo proving Malcolm knowingly concealed device failures before market approval.”
