Catherine Dalton, her hand still raised, stood up. All eyes in the grand council room were on her. As the only female investor in their midst, the only woman besides the Ellington ladies to hold such a significant share, her presence was already a novelty. Her speaking up now was a direct challenge to the established order.
"Yes," she said, her voice calm, clear, and carrying to every corner of the silent room. "I have an objection." She looked at the long line of grim-faced advisors, and then her gaze settled, with a cold, hard precision, on Baroness Augusta.
