He didn't accept it quietly. After being stripped of his chairman position, Ethan spent his energy trying to claw his way back—working every connection he had left, looking for any angle that might reverse what had happened. At some point he came to me directly, threatening that if I didn't return the assets and drop the charges against him, he would make my life impossible.
I recorded the threat and handed it to the police. They warned him formally: if he contacted me again, they would act.
When that didn't work, he resorted to something more desperate. He showed up outside Harrington Materials Institute one afternoon, clearly intending to make a scene in front of my colleagues.
I had just walked out the front door when I saw him standing a short distance away, watching me with that co
