Chapter 6: The Boardroom Panic

By 10:19, my second phone rang.

Only five people had that number.

I answered without checking the screen.

“Clara,” said Robert Hale, the CEO, his voice strained. “Where are you?”

“In the parking lot.”

“Please come back upstairs.”

I glanced at the cardboard box beside me.

“I’m no longer employed there, Robert. Your son-in-law was very clear.”

He exhaled sharply.

“Martin acted without authority.”

“No,” I said. “Martin acted with arrogance. There is a difference.”

For a moment, he said nothing.

Then, lower, “He didn’t know.”

“That I was Arthur Tennant’s granddaughter?”

Robert swallowed audibly.

“That you were trust protector.”

I looked up at the executive floor.

Behind the tinted windows, people were probably moving like ants inside a kicked hill.

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