“I took away your playground, Julian,” I said, leaning in so only he could hear. “The board is removing you in five minutes. The police are waiting down in the lobby with a warrant based on the forensic photos I just sent them.

If you so much as look at my daughter again, I won’t just ruin your career. I will ensure the rest of your life is lived in a concrete cell. Get out of my sight.”
He didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. As he turned and stumbled out of the room, completely broken, I turned back to my daughter, took her shaking hand in mine, and whispered, “It’s over, baby. You’re safe now.”