Not are you all right. Not let me explain. Why are they here.

Fiona’s expression did not move.

“Because Mabel requested an emergency meeting of the board under Article Seven.”

Flynn laughed.

It was meant to be dismissive, the laugh of a man reassuring a room that this was all a misunderstanding, but his face had gone the color of paper.

“With respect, Fiona, my wife doesn’t understand corporate bylaws.

She’s confused, she’s had a shock—”

“Your wife,” Arthur said, flatly, without looking up from the document in his hand, “wrote Article Seven.