"Miss Ashford." Quinn steadied me as I nearly lost my footing, his eyes dark. "The report was forged. Alma hired someone to fabricate it. William wanted to protect Stephens Group's reputation ahead of the IPO, so he not only believed it, he seized the opportunity to pin everything on you."
"Good." I laughed, though there was nothing funny about it. My hand rested on my belly. "If they want to back me into a corner, then let's give them exactly what they're asking for. Quinn, make the arrangements. Tomorrow is the Stephens Group IPO celebration gala. I'm going to deliver them a gift personally."
The online firestorm spread faster than I'd anticipated.
I'd barely sat down on the sofa when Linda Stephens called.
I hit speakerphone. Her shrill, venomous voice flooded the living room instantly.