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Chapter 9 - THE STANDI pulled myself up from the wheelchair, clinging to the edge of a steel crate. My legs shook, bone against nerve, screaming in agony. I didn't look at the board members. I looked at the sons of my partners.

"I have spent ten years in a chair because I wanted to pay for what happened," I shouted. "If you want to end it, end it. But if you want to fix the company, if you want to make it right—take everything. I don't want the money. I just want the truth."

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