Through the frosted glass panels I could hear Garrett’s voice carrying across the room, smooth and measured.

“We’ve reached a critical crossroads for Callahan Construction,” Garrett was saying.

“The city building contract is worth twelve million dollars, and the city wants verified executive leadership before the final sign-off this afternoon.”

I pushed the oak doors open and walked into the room.

The eight board members were seated around the twenty-foot mahogany table.

Frank Doyle sat near the middle, tapping his wooden pen on a yellow legal pad.

Garrett stood at the head of the table in a tailored gray suit, his tablet hooked up to the wall monitor.