The boardroom smelled faintly of polished wood and expensive cologne. The long glass table stretched between us, reflecting the faces of men and women who had once smiled at Jason as if he were untouchable. Now, their eyes darted to me, some curious, some cautious, all waiting to see what I was up to.

I adjusted the papers in front of me, though I didn’t need them. Every fact, every number, every headline about Jason’s scandal was burned into my memory. This wasn’t just business. This ...