Chapter 4

The next morning, Northbridge Capital's largest roadshow hall had been turned into a press conference stage. A blue and white backdrop read: Protect Fair Hiring. Support Women in Finance.

Daniel and several partners sat in the main row. Henry Hale sat in the guest seats with the woman publicly known as Grace Walker-Hale beside him.

Isabelle sat between them in a black skirt suit, her eyes reddened just enough to look wounded but not messy. Cameras lined the aisles, the livestream light glowing red.

Daniel stepped to the front and adjusted his tie. "Thank you for coming. Today's briefing concerns our former executive director, Ava Walker, who maliciously obstructed an outstanding candidate during Northbridge Capital's summer analyst recruitment. Northbridge stands for professionalism, fairness, and diversity. After reviewing the complaint, we confirmed that Ava Walker eliminated Miss Isabelle Hale without reasonable basis and caused real harm to a young woman trying to enter finance."

The screen lit up behind him.

Isabelle's resume filled it.

[Top 1% in finance at Wharton.]

[National finance case champion.]

[Gold Award for the Future Cities Energy M&A Proposal.]

[Thirty Under Thirty candidate.]

[Wall Street's new rising star.]

Reporters murmured. Comments rushed across the livestream.

[That resume got rejected? Ridiculous.]

[Is Ava jealous? A young woman who can't stand a younger woman rising.]

[Professor Hale came in person. This must be serious.]

Daniel stepped aside. "Now, Professor Hale will say a few words."

Henry Hale stood and walked to the microphone. He smoothed his sleeve and let his gaze move across the room.

"I come from a small mining town in Appalachia," Henry began in the steady voice of a man who had told this story a hundred times. "Because I know how hard it is for a poor child to climb out, I understand fair opportunity better than most. I never imagined that in an industry built on trust, someone would put personal prejudice above the rules. Today I stand not only for my granddaughter, but for every young person hoping for a seat in finance."

He let the words settle, then added a touch of pain to his tone. "I never imagined that in finance, an industry built on trust, someone would put personal prejudice above the rules. I am not standing here only for my granddaughter. I am standing here for every young person who studies hard and hopes for a seat in this industry."

Applause filled the hall. Someone in the front row rose to clap.

The comments turned almost worshipful.

[Beautifully said.]

[This is what it means to come from the bottom and still care about others.]

[Ava Walker needs to apologize publicly.]

When Henry returned to his seat, the woman beside him patted the back of his hand.

Then Isabelle was invited to the stage.

She took the microphone and paused, as if holding back tears.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Isabelle Hale, the person at the center of this incident.

"Since my first year at Wharton, I worked for one dream: to enter finance on my own merit. I studied, competed, built models, and gave up more than I can count because I believed hard work would speak for itself.

"But before I even stepped onto Wall Street, Ava Walker dismissed me with one sentence. Later, I learned I was not the first. For years, she favored male candidates while turning away qualified women with vague excuses.

"So today, I am not standing here just for myself. I am standing here for every woman who has been told she is too ambitious, too young, or simply not welcome."

Her hand tightened around the microphone. "Maybe she couldn't accept another capable woman on her team. But my grandmother taught me women should make room for one another, especially in rooms built to keep us out.

"Today I am not speaking only for myself. I am speaking for every woman blocked by bias. I want fairness from Ava Walker."

Applause rose again. Grace Walker-Hale lifted a tissue and dabbed delicately at the corner of her eye.

The livestream comments went wild.

[Isabelle is so brave.]

[This is real female power.]

[Ava, come out and apologize.]

At that moment, crisp applause sounded from the entrance. I walked into the roadshow hall, clapping slowly.

Every head turned. Two reporters swung their cameras toward me, and Isabelle looked over, the microphone tilting in her hand.

I looked straight at her. "Lovely speech, Isabelle. You said you speak for all female job candidates."

"When you stole Lila Brooks's investment proposal, did you remember she was also a woman trying to get into Wall Street?"