Mark
The call came Thursday morning, less than a week after Claire had asked us to leave her house, an email from the board chair requesting my presence at an emergency session that afternoon, no agenda attached, which in itself told me everything I needed to know about how fast Peter's warning had already come true.
I walked into the boardroom at three o'clock to find more members present than usual, Ellison seated near the head of the table with the particular satisfied stillness of a man who'd been waiting for exactly this opportunity.
"Dr. Sullivan," the chair said, gesturing for me to sit. "Thank you for making time on short notice. Some concerns have been raised that we felt needed addressing directly with you, rather than left to circulate informally."
"I appreciate that," I sai
