The next problem landed on his desk at nine in the morning, which Santiago thought was almost considerate. At least it had waited until he'd had his morning coffee and a few precious minutes with his son uninterrupted.
He’d even had a moment there when he watched Beth pretend not to be watching him. It had almost been amusing. Certainly interesting.
But now whatever calm he’d felt was gone.
Santiago stared at the email, grinding his molars. Zachariah Gyasi had been one of Blue Petal’s major shareholders for six years. Santiago had never considered the man a friend, but he had valued the man and trusted his business instincts.
The email was three paragraphs. It cited, in the careful language of a man whose lawyers had written every sentence, concerns about the firm's current strategic d
