He was breathing hard, his trembling finger pointed at me.
"Harper, I gave you chance after chance. Now you've truly disappointed me. Get out. You've been removed from your position. You are no longer the executive director of Harvest Tech."
Comments flew past—"good riddance," "finally"—and the other board members rose from their seats with expressions of finality.
"Ms. Weston, if you would. We have a meeting to continue. Someone needs to clean up the mess you've left behind."
I said nothing. I didn't move.
Ethan waited. When his patience ran out, he strode toward me and reached for my arm.
"Still not leaving? Do I need to call security?"
The instant his fingers were about to touch my sleeve, I caught his wrist, used his momentum to pull myself up, and swung my arm with everything I
