red.
“This is ridiculous,” she snapped. “Call Arthur.”
The guard hesitated. “Mr. Hale is in a board meeting.”
“With my son?”
The guard glanced toward the elevators. “No, ma’am.”
Diane understood immediately.
Cassidy was upstairs.
At 8:00 a.m., Cassidy entered the boardroom wearing a cream maternity dress, a dark blazer, and no visible sign of the woman who continue reading …