Then it vanished.
He leaned back.
“Fine.”
His voice became cold.
“What do you want?”
Grace had expected that question.
She had heard variations of it throughout their marriage.
What do you want for your birthday?
What do you want me to say?
What do you want me to do?
Always spoken as if her needs were items on a list Ethan could purchase, complete, or negotiate away.
She looked at him.
“I want the board to vote.”
Ethan’s face changed again.
“On what?”
Rebecca answered.
“Temporary removal of the chief executive pending forensic audit.”
Ethan stared at her.
Then at Grace.
Then at the board.
“You cannot be serious.”
Alan Brooks closed the folder.
“I am.”
“Alan, I made you twelve million dollars.”
“You also failed to disclose a modified sale agreement.”
“That isn’t proven.”
Rebecca spoke.
“The document is authenticated.”
Ethan turned.
“You work for the company.”
