Nia was already on her feet.
"How did he get board members' contact information for something this personal"
"He's COO." Darian's voice was very quiet. "He has had it for years."
"So everything you told him about standing down"
"Was apparently not the conversation I thought it was." He put the phone face down on the table. His jaw was tight and his hands were flat on either side of his plate and he was looking at the middle distance with the expression of a man recalibrating something fundamental about a person he had known his entire life.
Nia sat back down.
Not because the situation called for sitting. Because standing in the middle of a restaurant while a family crisis detonated quietly on a Tuesday evening was not something either of them needed.
"What does the board do with it,
