Even now, even standing in the collapse of his assumptions, Ryan reached first for contempt. That was what made him so easy to finish. Men who have built everything on underestimating women usually keep doing it right up to the edge because humility would require a full rewrite of self, and most of them would rather burn.
“You’re out of your mind,” he said. “This is some kind of personal stunt because I told you to go home?”
The room heard that.
Not the insult itself, not yet, but the shape of it. Told you to go home. As if I were an employee he had the authority to dismiss from his own event. As if the owner of the company, the primary holder of the family office, the woman underwriting his entire visible life, was still merely a wife whose movement could be directed by male embarrassment.
I slid a document across the table.
“Before we discuss last night,” I said, “we’ll start with misuse of corporate funds, retaliation exposure, ethics violations, and nondisclosure failures tied to your office.”
He didn’t touch the paper.