At 9:03 AM that Monday, our office manager, a woman named Tova who had worked at the company for twenty-one years and who has been my closest ally the entire time I have been there, sent me a Slack message. It said: "Please come to Heather's office immediately." I went. Heather was sitting behind her desk. Tova was standing in the corner. A different woman, head of HR, was sitting in the chair opposite Heather's. Heather said, "Was this you?" I said, "Yes." Heather said, "Can you walk us through what you found?" I did. It took forty minutes. I showed them the Stanford email. I played the voicemail I had gotten from Dean. I walked them through the LinkedIn inconsistencies. When I was done, Heather said, "Can we have the original files?" I handed her a flash drive. I had, in my paranoia, made three copies. I said, "I am ready to be fired if I have to be. But I wanted you to see it before HR shuffled it into a process where it would disappear."