I continued past her toward the end of the hall, clenching his doorknob and pushing it open. Ted was behind his desk, the CFO also in the room, the COO in another chair, and a fourth guy, who I assumed was their legal counsel.
“Dominick,” Ted said as I entered, a man I’d had drinks with many times at social events around town, “we’ve been expecting you.” He pointed at the only empty chair. “Take a seat.”
I planted my ass down and crossed my legs. “I want answers. Now.”
“We’ve spoken to Shane Eldridge—the head of production, as you know—and he’s working with the production staff to see what he can find out,” Ted said, folding his hands on top of his desk. “The alert was released only two hours ago. You know there are protocols in place and proper procedures that we have to follow. We nee
