“And he wants you stripped of executive authority before the annual board meeting.”

“The board ratification vote is twenty-one days off,” I said.

“He doesn’t have the proxy votes.”

“He will if you keep letting him put off the freight audits,” she said, leaning on the back of a chair.

“Why are you giving him so much room to move?”

“Go home, Paige.

We’ll go over the south terminal ledgers at seven tomorrow morning.”

She hung back in the doorway, her hand resting on the heavy glass frame.