I opened the wrong door on the fiftieth floor and saw what the most powerful woman in the company had been hiding — the next morning she put eighty-five thousand dollars on the desk.

That is all I had. It was enough.

Lars Thale resigned on the nineteenth of November, fourteen hours before he would have been removed.

The matter was referred to the company’s audit committee and then outside it, and there is a process running that I am not part of and know nothing about.

And then Margo did the thing I did not expect.

On the fourth of December she told the board everything.

All of it. The orthosis, the hours, the March relapse, the two occasions in the summer she had spent a night on the office floor because she could not get up and would not ring anybody.

She sat in front of nine directors and said out loud the thing she had been hiding for ten months.

She kept her job.

The board’s decision, on the advice of an occupational physician they appointed jointly with her, was that she was fully capable of discharging the functions of the office with adjustments, and they listed them, and there are seven and they are extremely boring.