With floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the East River and walls covered in abstract art, Reid Tower's private dining area was quiet and serene. I inhaled deeply as I walked in, wearing a modest but sophisticated sheath dress and held my head high. A big mahogany table was surrounded by chairs, and as I walked in, I heard whispers of discussion.
The CFO, Thomas, motioned for me to take a seat next to him. I smiled politely at him and sat down, seeing a number of people I knew well: the general counsel, the director of HR, the liaison assigned by my own father, and a few board members who had always doubted my marriage.
Alexander nodded to me briefly from across the table before launching into his introductory statement on the forecasts for the quarter. Before I prepared my own speech, I measured the speed of his while I listened, my heart thumping a little.
The chairman turned to me after his portion was over. "We are all excited to hear your thoughts on the recent events and how
