Christian adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, letting his empty glass slide onto a passing waiter’s silver tray. He picked up a fresh one without breaking eye contact with Marcus Sterling, the lead independent director of Knight VC's board.
"The quarterly projections are holding, Christian," Sterling said, his tone carrying a nervous, vibrating edge. "But the offshore compliance audits your wife initiated last week... they are making the institutional investors jumpy. The SEC hasn't issued formal subpoenas, but the rumor mill is causing friction with our European capital."
Julianne stood half a step to Christian's right, her fingers wrapped around a flute of sparkling water. She didn't drink. She watched the perimeter of the ballroom.
The annual Knight VC private equity dinner was a differ
