“The meeting’s finished.”

The three drywall installers stared down at their work boots.

One of them picked up his foam cup and got to his feet.

The other two followed him out the door without saying a word.

Richard smacked the magazine down on the table.

“What’s wrong with you?” he said loudly.

“You don’t ambush me in front of my crew.”

“You signed a medical waiver turning down Hannah’s ultrasound,” I said.