“Your badge will say executive analyst by two o’clock,” she said.

“That was the board’s decision, not mine, and I won’t pretend I wasn’t planning to argue for it.”

“Okay,” I said.

“My office at one, before that.

I’ve got a chair that needs filling, and I want your opinion on the shape of it.”

She headed off down the hall before I could ask her what she meant by shape.

Liam exhaled and straightened his tie.