DOMINIC
I watched Marcus's video five times. Each time, I hoped I'd heard wrong.
The office was dark except for the glow of my computer screen. Three a.m. Everyone had gone home hours ago. Just me and the ghost of the man who'd raised me.
I clicked play again.
Marcus appeared on screen. Thin, gaunt. The cancer had eaten him from the inside out. But his eyes were clear.
"Dominic." His voice cracked.
"If you're watching this, I'm gone and you're probably angry, confused, feeling betrayed."
I leaned back in my chair. The leather creaked.
"You have every right to be. I let you believe we built this company ethically. I let you believe the margins were from innovation, from being smarter and faster." He paused.
"But son, we cut corners. We exploited people who had no choice, no voice,
