“We’re done asking permission, Vance.

We’re taking this to the board tomorrow.”

Vance picked up his phone, dialed a four-digit extension, and waited through two rings.

“Martha,” Vance said into the phone.

“Tell the board secretary we need thirty minutes on tomorrow morning’s agenda.”

He listened for five seconds, gave one nod, and put the phone back in its cradle.

“She’s put us down for ten o’clock sharp,” Vance said.

At one thirty we walked into the Oakhaven Law Office on the second floor of the old brick building on Main Street.