Finnegan
"The Dorian partnership," Nathan Whales, a member of the board, spoke up from his seat, his sea blue eyes fixed on the screen before us where the quarterly projections for the business year were displayed.
"When do we expect a formal announcement?"
"When both parties are satisfied with the terms and not a second before." I grunted in reply.
The board meeting had started at nine exactly because I had made it clear in year one that anyone arriving late would find the door closed.
They could wait three months for another meeting. Arthur was out of the country recently so he couldn't make it for the meeting, Abigail would send him the briefings later.
Twelve people sat around the table, one of them being my mother. She sat next to me, her reading glasses on and her pen moving across her notepad.
