Julian stared at me until the secretary finished recording the vote. Then he shoved his chair back and lunged across the table.
“You b***h!” His hand reached for me. “You set me up! After everything I did for you, you promised to save me!”
Two security guards who had been waiting outside caught his arms before he cleared the table. They pulled him back with the same practiced grip they used for any security threat.
He fought their grip. “You can’t do this! This is my company! My name is on the door!”
I stopped beyond his reach and took a slim leather folder from my briefcase. My lawyer had placed the filed copy on top that morning.
His signature ran across the bottom of the document inside, the same rushed scrawl he had put on the research agreements.
“Your name is on this too.” I he
