The hearing was set for 9 a.m. in the foundation's main conference room.
Izzy dressed carefully that morning, navy suit, minimal jewelry, and hair pulled back. She looked at herself in the mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back. Two months ago, she'd been scrambling to pay rent. Now she was about to testify in a corporate coup.
Alex knocked on her door. "Ready?"
"No. But let's go anyway."
The conference room was packed. Board members lined one side of the table. Nathan sat with his own lawyer, expression smug. Vivienne was in the back row, watching.
Martin Cross sat at Alex's side, briefcase at his feet. The evidence, all of it, was loaded on a tablet in front of him.
The board chairperson, Harold Winters, called the meeting to order.
"We're here to review Alexander Bla
