Knox

I sit behind my desk in the morning, and I am looking at Mr. Carter on the opposite side of the desk from me. 

Light from the sun, beams through the open blinds to the tile floor. 

I always feel like my office is a fortress, but now it seems like I’m trapped in a cage. I lean forward on the shiny mahogany with my elbows and make an effort to keep my voice down.

“Mr. Carter, just listen to me,” I say. "I can replace the twenty-five million that Monica put in. Immediately. If possible, by wire transfer today. Just go back to the board. Tell them I'll...