Chairman Chen requested a meeting with no reporters and no staff from Mercer's office. He listened as Zora explained why the disputed clause mattered, and he asked questions in Mandarin that were precise enough to expose every uncertainty she had left unresolved. That pleased her. Skepticism was useful when it served evidence rather than pride. He admitted that his investment committee had accepted summaries prepared by people with financial incentives to minimize bad news. He also admitted that walking away might hurt workers who had been promised employment. Zora did not ask him to choose a hero. She asked him to demand the documents that would let everyone choose with clear eyes.

Chairman Chen did not promise his support. He asked for an independent engineering review and said his committee would pause the vote pending its conclusions. Zora appreciated his caution even as the delay frightened her. People were already choosing sides in public, each certain that the evidence should serve a predetermined ending. A fair process was slower than outrage and usually less photogenic.

At the investment committee conference room, one director asked to see the annex. There was the chairman’s revised voting sheet, a detail Zora could not dismiss. Zora passed over the unedited translation. The distance between a plausible story and a provable fact suddenly mattered. People moved their chairs, checked their phones, and searched one another's faces for permission to react. No one announced that the moment mattered. Still, the ordinary arrangement of the day had shifted. Zora had spent years learning how easily a sentence could become a verdict when repeated by somebody with a title. That was why Zora tried to listen past the confidence of the speaker and toward the people who would live with the consequences. A confident voice was not necessarily a truthful one.

Their testimony is recorded in both languages, with every correction visible on a shared screen. One investor suggests proceeding while reserving funds for future amendments.

At the investment committee conference room, one director asked to see the annex. There was the chairman’s revised voting sheet, a detail Zora could not dismiss. Zora passed over the unedited translation. A piece of the explanation still refused to fit. Zora could have let the matter pass, walked home, and told the family that tomorrow would be different. Most people would have understood. Rest and safety are not signs of weakness. But the memory of Nadine's careful notes remained sharp: every translation carried somebody's home, someone's wages, or an instruction that might matter during an emergency. Zora could not pretend the words were decorative. The obligation was not to win an argument. It was to leave behind a record that a stranger could inspect without having to trust a powerful person's smile.

Mei refuses: people cannot evacuate through an amendment. Mercer attends without speaking for most of the session. He finally acknowledges that his company profited from speed and opacity.

Yvette interrupts, arguing that disclosure will invite litigation. Mercer asks her to show the contracts used in city hearings.

At the investment committee conference room, one director asked to see the annex. There was the chairman’s revised voting sheet, a detail Zora could not dismiss. Zora passed over the unedited translation. Nobody at the table could pretend that the stakes ended with a spoken wager. Zora resisted it, not because cruelty deserved protection, but because shortcuts had already done enough damage. Mercer's influence did not make every accusation true; Yvette's intelligence did not make every decision innocent; the people who needed jobs were not wrong to fear another delay. The complicated truth required more courage than an easy verdict. Zora wrote that thought down, then crossed it out. There would be time for philosophy later. First, somebody needed to check the documents.

At the investment committee conference room, one director asked to see the annex. There was the chairman’s revised voting sheet, a detail Zora could not dismiss. Zora passed over the unedited translation. The distance between a plausible story and a provable fact suddenly mattered. This transition unsettled Zora more than the first angry words. A private insult can sometimes be left behind; a public story acquires its own machinery. Strangers choose a favorite clip and assign motives to faces they have never met. Advertisers place their messages beside the argument. Each new repetition smooths away a difficult detail. Zora reminded everyone helping with the case to keep copies of full recordings and original pages. If the truth was worth defending, it was worth presenting without convenient cuts.

She claims they were prepared by outside counsel. A junior analyst produces an email proving she approved the changes. Yvette leaves, but not before warning that the investors have heard only half the story.

At the investment committee conference room, one director asked to see the annex. There was the chairman’s revised voting sheet, a detail Zora could not dismiss. Zora passed over the unedited translation. Nobody at the table could pretend that the stakes ended with a spoken wager. People interrupted, lost their place, returned to something they had said twenty minutes earlier. A nervous witness remembered the color of an envelope but not its date. An engineer could explain a slope in numbers while a grandmother explained the same danger by pointing to the watermarks on a kitchen wall. Zora learned to hold both kinds of testimony carefully. Precision mattered. So did the fact that people described risk in the language of their own lives.

Chapter 12: Questions Under Oath

"Did you accept the wager?" the council attorney asked. "I answered the question he asked me," Zora replied. "Did you intend to embarrass him?" "I intended to translate accurately." The room remained quiet. She could feel the temptation to make a speech, to turn every insult into a dramatic verdict. Instead she opened the two contracts and showed the exact sentence at issue. For the first time all morning, the questions shifted away from her apron and toward the people who had approved the document.