“What are you doing here?” he snapped.
Sienna’s chin trembled, but she did not retreat.
Victor laid a sealed envelope on the table.
“Ms. Vale is here as a cooperating witness regarding attempted extortion, unlawful use of confidential medical documents, and threats made against Ms. Alexis Carter.”
Priscilla rose halfway from her chair.
“This is slander.”
Victor looked at her.
“No, Mrs. Cobb. This is evidence.”
Kessler leaned back.
His gaze moved from Ronald to Priscilla, then to Sienna.
For the first time, he seemed entertained.
Ronald pointed at Victor. “You can’t ambush me in a private meeting.”
“Mr. Cobb,” Victor said, “you ambushed yourself when you distributed false corporate materials while under financial distress.”
Kessler tapped one thick finger against the Harrison letter.
“Financial distress?” he asked.
Mara stepped into the room.
Even through the screen, I felt the temperature change.
She carried no folder.
She didn’t need one.
