PART 2: Three weeks after my midnight-blue Versace dress vanished from my closet

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Someone near the back actually muttered, “Jesus Christ.”

Another board member quietly pulled out his phone.

Grant looked around the cathedral as realization hit him all at once.

This wasn’t just personal anymore.

This was corporate.

Public.

Documented.

There would be headlines before sunset.

Rebecca grabbed Grant’s arm tightly.

“Tell them this isn’t true.”

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