FELICIA Richard rested both arms against the edge of his desk and looked at me steadily.“You think suing them will complicate things?” he asked.The irritation I sensed in his voice had softened. “Yes,” I answered honestly. “I think it will.”I paused briefly before adding,“And I’m almost certain your board members won’t encourage it either.”A quiet exhale left him.“Yeah… speaking of the board,” he muttered.He ran a hand through his hair slowly, a gesture I was beginning to notice he did whenever something genuinely frustrated him.“It was actually the board chairman, Raymond, who brought the newspaper to my office four days ago to show me.”“I see,” I said quietly.That explained a lot.Not just his anger but the pressure beneath it.Richard wasn’t merely dealing with gossip.He was dealing with institutional scrutiny; corporate image and board politics.The kind of pressure that turned personal matters into business concerns.For a moment, he said nothing. He simply stared ah
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