Tucson, Arizona
The Following Month
The board secretary approached the Chair of the board and whispered, “Seven directors are in attendance. We have a quorum if you’d like to proceed.”
The Chair, Roger Cann, was an elderly northeasterner who moved to Arizona decades ago to get away from the cold. He still spoke with a slight Boston accent. “Is Bear here?”
“No, not yet,” the secretary replied after looking around the conference room at Analysis, Inc. to double-check before answering.
“Let’s proceed then,” Roger declared still hoping Bear would straggle in during the board meeting.
The secretary walked back to his assigned seat and then hushed everyone. He prepared himself to take copious notes during this critical meeting.
“Good evening, everyone! I’d like to call the meeting of this
