Chapter 6: The Company
Morgan Technologies did not pause for a wedding that had turned into an attempted murder, but it did freeze authorities, revoke credentials, and fill a conference room with people who preferred scandals in other industries.
Alex attended the first emergency board session alone. I attended the second because my name sat on a forged life-insurance application as primary beneficiary, and because absence would be read as guilt by anyone looking for a simple shape. I wore a dark suit and the expression of a woman who had crawled through dust to save a life and would not now be edited into a villain for convenience. Ruiz sat in the back with a notebook and a presence that kept the more aggressive questions from becoming a second trial.
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A director asked, carefully, what I stood to gain from Alex’s death. I said a prison cell, if Nathan’s framing had succeeded, and a lifetime of knowing I had failed to speak when I overheard a locked-door plan. Another asked whether marital conflict had existed before the ceremony. Alex answered that one: no conflict that matched poison, cameras, or forged paper. The forensic accountants reported preliminary movement around Nathan’s personal accounts and a pattern of inquiries into share-transfer mechanics that predated the wedding by months. Motive, once corporate, became harder to dress as a misguided loyalty test.
After the meeting Alex and I sat in a side office with the door closed. He said the board was frightened of liability and of headlines. I said the board could be frightened as long as it did not mistake fear for evidence. He took my hand across the table—the first unguarded touch since the text message—and held on until his phone reminded him that companies do not pause for private repair.
