The word hung in the air, heavy and final. "I'm in."
Steve Parish's expression didn't change, but I saw a flicker of relief in his eyes. He nodded once, a sharp, decisive movement.
"Good. The club will make the official announcement at 5 pm. That gives you a few hours to get your house in order before the storm hits. My secretary will show you to your new office." He stood, and the rest of the board followed suit. The meeting was over. Just like that, my life had been turned upside down.
I walked out of the boardroom in a daze, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear, excitement, terror, and a strange, exhilarating sense of purpose.
It was only as the heavy oak door clicked shut behind me that I realized, with a jolt of comical absurdity, that in all the drama, I had completely forgotten to ask about my bonus. Or my new salary. Or any of the financial details.
