"Sign the apology or empty your desk."
The words hit the polished table like lead weights.
Victoria Price stood perfectly still in the center of the executive boardroom. Twelve male board members sat comfortably in high backed leather chairs all around her.
They were the ultimate authority of Apex Broadcasting.
Outside the floor to ceiling windows, gray storm clouds choked the city skyline. Inside, the room was incredibly warm. The Chairman of the Board took a slow sip of amber scotch from a heavy crystal glass.
Victoria did not get a chair. She had spent fifteen years building this television network from the ground up. She was the most feared judge in the global music industry.
Now she was a dog standing trial before a tribunal of corporate cowards.
"Richard Murphy made his expect
