The boardroom was very quiet. For a long time, no one said a word. The men around the table looked at Maeve like they were seeing a stranger. Finally, one of the older board members, Mr. Henderson, started to laugh. He had worked with Maeve’s father for thirty years and did not like being told what to do by a young woman.
"Now, now, sweetheart," Henderson said with a mean smile. "We all know you want to help, but let’s be serious. Why don't you go get us some fresh coffee while the grown-ups talk about the business? We will call you when we are done."
Maeve didn't not angry. Instead, she slowly opened her folder and pulled out a single piece of paper. She remembered what Cassian had told her. She needed to be the version of herself that didn't let anyone push her around.
"Mr. Henderson,
