I walked to the head of the table, and Tara got out of my chair without being asked, and the room that had watched me escorted out watched me sit down.
“Now,” I said. “Let’s discuss the future of Lockridge Works.”
Chapter 5: The Kiln
I could have kept all of it.
For about a week I did — long enough to restore the facility on my terms, void the restructuring, and make sure the three hundred people who actually worked there still had jobs that Monday.
Grant’s div*rce went through, since he’d been kind enough to sign it in front of fourteen witnesses.
Tara left with him; the twelve-percent stake had never been real, and neither, it turned out, was much else between them once the money stopped.
I promoted Theo Brandt to run the company day to day.
He’d been the only one in that room who stopped typing when I asked about the guarantee — the only one whose conscience had been bothering him before it was safe for it to.
