CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Tuesday mornings usually belonged to Damien. From eight o'clock until noon, his calendar was packed with meetings, financial reviews, and strategy sessions, he liked it that way, work was predictable but people weren't. Unfortunately, people had been interfering with his schedule far too often lately..
"You're distracted."
Damien looked up from the financial report. Charles Reynolds sat across the conference table, watching him with an amused expression.
"I've reviewed the projections."
Charles shook his head. "I wasn't talking about the projections."
The other board members exchanged knowing glances, Damien closed the file. "If you have something to say, say it."
Charles leaned back. "Word travels fast."
Damien remained silent.
"I heard your father had lunch wi
