Camden was capable.
He’d managed challenging expansions.
He’d won major contracts.
He’d modernized operations.
That made his downfall worse.
Success hadn’t required his cruelty.
He chose cruelty after success convinced him consequences applied only to others.
August continued.
“The question is whether the board retains confidence in his judgment to serve as Global CEO.”
Camden requested the floor.
Nobody opposed him.
He rose.
There was no microphone.
No cameras either.
No Sloane to applaud.
Only a man confronting the people whose approval he’d pursued for years.
“I made serious errors in judgment,” he began.
Not simple mistakes.
The corporate euphemism.
Still boardroom language.
Still guarded.
He admitted his infidelity.
He admitted ordering my dismissal.
He denied knowing Sloane manipulated records.
I believed him on that.
Then he surprised me.
“I allowed my personal resentment toward Elena to affect my interpretation of information about her.”
He faced me.
