“Claire, exactly what have you reviewed?”

That question told me far more than he probably intended.

He didn’t ask what I was talking about.

He asked what I had seen.

I smiled.

“Enough to have questions.”

Then I ended the call.

The following morning, at 8:52, I entered Hawthorne Capital’s conference room carrying a black leather folder.

Martin was already sitting at the table.

I spent two days cooking Thanksgiving dinner. Before tasting anything, my mother-in-law m0cked my food and homemade rolls. I smiled, packed every dish into my car, and left. Four hours later, their calls wouldn’t stop.