I answered none of them.
At 12:16, he sent one final message.
YOU WILL FIX THIS.
I read it once and placed my phone facedown.
Grant still believed he had purchased my silence for $120 million.
He had no idea that while celebrating my departure, someone inside his office was already using my electronic signature to bury a defect that could kill a patient.
And by the time I discovered whose computer created the forged document, Grant’s wedding would become the least important disaster in his life…
PART 2 —