Chapter Forty-One
MutinyGina came to the meeting twenty minutes late. Four people were already seated in a bigger conference room in the Grabbel’s office. Tom was one of them, the rest were Grabbel’s executives. Their annoyance at being made to wait was subtly shown, their slightly curved lips to acknowledge her entering the room took a little effort to pull. What a difference from the big, welcoming smiles she had been accustomed to.
“Hi Gentlemen, I’m sorry for being late. I didn’t know the venue had been changed until the last minute.” She threw a sharp look at Tom. The meeting had been moved from their office to Grabbel’s, and it was apparent to Gina that she had been the last to know, at the last minute.
“You weren’t around and Linda tried to reach you several times,” Tom said.
