“Then you need to stop talking to me on the phone until I understand what we’re dealing with.”
“This is my company.”
“You have partners.”
“Minority partners.”
“You have lenders.”
“They don’t control personal spending.”
“They care if personal spending was recorded as development-related expense.”
“Nothing happened.”
“Something already happened.”
“What?”
“Your board scheduled an emergency meeting for tomorrow morning.”
I faced the wedding photograph on my desk.
For once after entering the house, I felt beyond anger.
Fear.
“Wesley.”
“Yes?”
“Where is my wife?”
“I don’t know.”
“Does Elena?”
“Almost certainly.”
“Give me her number.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because the last thing you need to do tonight is call Corinne’s attorney while you’re angry.”
“I’m not angry.”
“Grant, I’ve known you eighteen years.”
“Just tell me what Corinne wants.”
Wesley became quiet.
Then he said, “I think she wanted you to come home and finally see what your life actually looks like on paper.”
