They Made Me Sleep in the Garage for Christmas Until the Truth Came Out

windows, Central Park a winter-gray rectangle below a white sky. The long glass table gleamed under recessed lighting. Twelve leather chairs. One chair at the head, slightly more substantial than the others, which waited.

I took my place.

The room filled. Board members, legal counsel, the CFO, and the contingent from Townsend and Carrington: Mr. Townsend continue reading …