The rings snapped closed.

“Nine o’clock,” Liam said, his hand cupped over the mouthpiece.

Liam walked in first and laid his briefcase flat on the conference table, and the brass clasp took two tries before it opened.

Derek was already talking.

He demanded to know who had approved legal hours for a hearing with no agenda on file.

Liam slid a single page down the table.

“The agenda is a proxy vote.