Chapter 11 — The Charcoal Suit

The next morning the executive boardroom on the top floor of Thornton Global was full — senior directors, major investors, the whole board, arranged down a mahogany table that could have seated forty.

Barrett stood at the head of it in his finest suit, glowing with the particular pride of a man about to be proven right in front of everyone whose opinion he valued.

Selina sat in a back corner, making herself small; the rumors about the leaked call had already traveled the building overnight, and she knew it.