Grayson asked, "What happens now that the truth is out?"
Honey took a breath. "That depends on you. I'm still the same person who's been your CFO this whole time. The same person who's always had this company’s best interests at heart. The same person who—"
"Who what?" His eyes bored into hers. "Who I thought I knew?"
"I'm still that person," she said quietly. "You just need to get over yourself, Grayson."
Grayson turned away, moving to stare out his window at the Manhattan skyline. Honey watched the tension in his shoulders, the rigid set of his spine. He hated being left in the dark.
"Does the board know?" he finally asked.
"Greg does. He is our lawyer. He's been managing my shares since my grandfather left them to me, working with an investment manager. Any time someone needs to t
