I let him record it. I said the truth again, slowly, with dates and names, while Denny's phone recorded from the middle of the table. I walked him through the emails he would need to subpoena from my firm. I walked him through the Slack channels where my engineers had been told, in writing, that the project was under-scoped. I told him about the escalation to Mina. I told him that I would be willing to testify — voluntarily, without a subpoena — if it came to that. I told him I understood that I was handing him, in real time, the evidence that would end my career at the firm. Denny, who is a third-generation Ohio factory owner's son and the kindest professional I have ever worked with, said, "You're not going to lose your job. I'm going to make sure of that." I said, "Denny, you don't have that power." He said, "You'd be surprised what a hundred-and-fifty-year-old family business with good lawyers and documented evidence of fraud has the power to do."