ELENA
"He called the meeting for Thursday," Dom said. He was at the kitchen counter with his phone and his collar open and the look on his face he got when a professional problem had crossed into a personal one and he wasn't sure what to do with the combination. "It's not a formal vote. It's a conversation."
"About the press coverage."
"About my judgment," he said. "About the marriage and the timing and whether the — the controversy has affected the company's position."
I sat across from him and thought about the magazine excerpt that was still running on every literary site and the book cover that was now generating daily discussion and the ongoing thread of tabloid pieces that had, in the past two weeks, shifted from curious to pointed.
"Who called it?" I said.
"Two board members.
