His jaw tightened. “I used to flag the imbalances,” she said. “You told me I worried too much. That growth required confidence.” Her eyes held his. “So I stopped pushing. But I never stopped counting.” “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Vincent snapped. “I do,” Alexis replied quietly. “
And if my math is right, the company will never make enough to undo what you’ve already taken out of it.” The elevator doors slid open. She stepped inside. “Enjoy what you won,” she said. “You’re paying for it now.” The metal sealed them apart. Vincent stood there, staring at his reflection in the elevator doors long after they disappeared from view.