Arthur was already in the boardroom when we entered. Richard came in behind us a few seconds later, furious and sweating.
"This is outrageous," he said. "This meeting is confidential."
Margaret, chair of the board, looked over the rim of her glasses. "It was. Then your former employee arrived with counsel and what appears to be a box of engineering notebooks."
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I placed my old binders on the table one by one.
They were worn, coffee-stained, and full of 30 years of my handwriting.
I opened the first one to a dated schematic from nine years before Richard's patent filing. Then another and another.
Arthur laid out the internal emails Diane had provided.
One of them included Richard instructing legal to "remove Bennett before the deal closes."
Another discussed "minimizing exposure if the old engineer becomes difficult."
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Margaret read in silence.
Richard tried once to interrupt. "This is being taken out of context."
