“Marshall Tech is making a big announcement next week, and we need the right people in that room.”

“What sort of announcement?” Tyler asked.

“That’s board business,” Gwen said, turning toward the street.

“Just make sure the front doors are locked at eight sharp.”

Tyler nodded fast, wiped his hands on his pants one last time and walked off toward his car at the curb.

Gwen stood by herself under the streetlamp for a moment, clutching the gold ribbon box against her coat.

She spun on her heel and crossed the street toward the glass doors of the Grandview Hotel.