I paused.
“Whether you remain CEO will depend on what that review finds.”
For the first time, he looked truly afraid.
Not because I had humiliated him.
Porque había dejado de pedirle algo.
Había pasado años creyendo que lo peor que podía hacer era dejarlo.
Estaba a punto de descubrir que dejarlo y protegerme eran dos decisiones completamente diferentes.
The next morning, my attorney arrived at my Scottsdale home at eight.
Marcus was still there.
He had spent most of the night calling lawyers, directors, and anyone he believed might help him reverse the acquisition.
He had also sent me seventeen messages.
The first accused me of betrayal.
The second demanded that I stop the investigation.
La tercera afirmó que estaba destruyendo nuestro matrimonio por un malentendido.
En el decimoséptimo, él estaba preguntando si podíamos hablar en privado.
No respondí a ninguno de ellos.
