“Your grandchildren are going to remember this, Robert,” she said.

“They’ll remember their college was paid for in full,” I said.

She yanked the door open and walked out into the carpeted hall without a backward look.

Her heels clicked quickly down the corridor toward the front exit.

Brandon stayed in his seat across from us.

Margaret quietly collected her white folders, tapped them even on the table and slid them into her leather briefcase.

She got up, gave me a short nod and left the conference room, shutting the door gently behind her.