The board meeting was scheduled for Tuesday at ten in the morning.
I arrived with Celia, the financial reports, and the Pike Shore engagement letter. The meeting room had a long oak table, a view of the water, and a framed photograph of my mother's first summer running the hotel.
Dad sat at the head. June sat beside him. Mr. Rusk and Ms. Lang, the other board members, took the two chairs nearest the door. Graham sat across from us.
Dad opened the meeting. "I want to be clear that the family has already had ample opportunity to review this offer."
"I haven't seen the full agreement," I said.
"You've seen the relevant sections."
"Not the transition plan, not the financing conditions, and not the consulting fees."
Graham slid a copy across the table. "Here's the final draft."
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