Leonard stopped a few feet behind her.
He didn’t want witnesses to hear him beg.
That was the only shred of pride he had left.
As the elevator doors opened, Olivia turned back once.
He looked smaller already.
Not because she had raised her voice.
Because certainty was leaving him by the second.
“You built this room for men who look like you to feel safe being cruel,” she said quietly. “Now you get to see what that costs.”
Then she stepped inside.
By the time Olivia reached the lobby, the giant market display near reception was flashing red.
Down 7.1%.
The receptionist who had sent her to side seating stood half-frozen behind the desk.
Their eyes met.
Olivia saw recognition there now.
Recognition and shame.
She didn’t stop.
Outside, David and the rest of her team were waiting in the car across the circle drive.
The second Olivia got in, David handed her a tablet.
“Analyst chatter is moving,” he said. “Still unofficial. Governance concerns. Leadership risk. Culture instability.”
Another team member passed her a transcript draft.
Fast.
