Richard's POV
Right now, staring at these seven terrified faces around this mahogany table, I'm thinking about how much I f*****g hate corporate boardrooms. Always have. Twenty-three years running Richardson Industries, and I still get sick every time I sit in one of these leather chairs, breathing recycled air and listening to people talk about human lives like they're quarterly earnings.
But today's different. Today I'm not just fighting for profit margins or market share. Today I'm fighting for family.
"You all look like you've seen a ghost," I tell them, dropping the thick folder of documents on the table hard enough to make Margaret Chen jump. "Well, you're about to see something a hell of a lot scarier than ghosts."
James Peterson adjusts his tie, that oily smile already spreadin
