The Confrontation
Emily
Webb requested the meeting himself, which should have been my first warning.
"Just a quick check-in," his assistant had said over the phone. "Mr. Webb wants to discuss the merger timeline before Thursday's board session."
I should have brought Seth. I should have brought Daniel, a lawyer, anyone.
Instead, some reckless, prideful part of me wanted to look Marcus Webb in the eye myself before we moved against him formally, wanted to see if I could read the truth on his face the way my father had once taught me to.
*People will always tell you who they are. Not with their words. With what they do.*
His office occupied the top floor of a building he half-owned, all glass and cold modern lines, nothing like the warm, cluttered space I remembered from board dinners
