The glass walls of the conference room made everything feel cleaner than it was—polished table, cold mountain light, a carafe sweating on a lacquered tray. I sat one seat to Dad’s right and kept my hands flat against my side under the table. I sighed internally as my tie pinched, and I refused to move to loosen it.
Serenya had warned Dad and I that this might happen after Kaelith tipped her off on what he had overheard last month.
Fontenot was at the head of the table like he was the one who paid the lease. Wearing an overpriced Italian suit and a triumphant smile like he had just won his court case. He opened his leather folio and laid it down, like it was law.
Behind him on the wall, the display showed the Ashmares. Glen and Linda were sitting in a sunlit room.
The three of them were
