ROSETTE’S POV
I released him.
Arthur collapsed forward, catching himself on his hands and knees, gasping and retching. Spittle dripped from his lips onto the carpet.
The powerful board member who’d sat in my father’s chair ten minutes ago was now a wheezing heap at my feet.
I stood. Straightened my jacket. Stepped over him.
“Arthur Vance.” My voice carried clearly through the room. “You’re terminated. Effective immediately. Security will escort you from the building. Your severance is forfeit, and our legal department will be in touch regarding criminal charges.” I paused, looking down at his crumpled form. “I understand Lindsey wasn’t the only one. We’ll be reaching out to other women who may wish to share their experiences with prosecutors.”
“You—” He coughed, struggled to his knee
