# Chapter 65: The Board
Roman asked Harrington to come in on Thursday morning before the building filled up.
No copy to Garrett. No Lars, no Hartwell. Just a calendar invite, eight o'clock, the small conference room at thirty-four that nobody used for anything important because the view was wrong, and the furniture was wrong, and it was generally considered too informal for meetings that mattered.
That was exactly why Roman chose it.
Harrington arrived at two minutes past. Fourteen years on the board, the same navy suit he always favored, the particular quality of a man who had been managing something heavy for a long time and had gotten so good at it that you could only see the weight if you already knew where to look.
Roman knew where to look now.
He let Harrington sit first. He po
