“So I built quietly. I coded the first iteration of the platform from our apartment before we had offices. I structured the licensing. I introduced the first angel network through family contacts I never named. I wrote the investor memos under Julian’s preferred language because he said it played better coming from him. I stayed invisible because he said we were a team.”
She glanced at the boys. “Then one day invisibility became useful to him in a different way.”
Julian’s jaw clenched. “You have no proof of any of this beyond old paperwork.”
Eleanor reached into her bag again.
This time she withdrew a small storage device and set it on the table.
It looked almost laughably modest, as if something so ordinary could not possibly contain enough ruin to alter a room full of adults. But the moment it touched the wood, something in the atmosphere shifted again.
Judge Whitmore regarded it. “What is this?”
“The rest,” Eleanor said.
Julian let out a strained laugh. “Probably edited footage.”
“Enough,” Judge Whitmore snapped.