The board met in the foundation's conference room on Thursday afternoon. I sat at the end of the table with the records arranged in front of me.
The room had glass walls, a long walnut table, and a view of the bay that made every disagreement feel expensive. Sebastian sat near the chair, dressed in a navy suit. Theo took the chair beside me. Judge Vale sat across from us, his cane resting against the table.
I had not been invited to speak at first. The board chair introduced me as the archivist responsible for the foundation's records and asked me to summarize the discrepancy.
I explained that the April minutes contained a motion, second, and unanimous vote not present in the audio. I showed the board the original minutes, which recorded discussion but no vote. I explained that the revi
