Ethan
Preston had assembled his emergency session in one of the smaller conference rooms on the executive floor, and I arrived uninvited, catching the tail end of a sentence that stopped the moment I walked through the door.
"Ethan." Preston's smile was thin, satisfied in a way that told me he'd been anticipating this confrontation. "We were just discussing the Ashford account. I didn't realize you'd be joining us."
"I imagine you didn't." I nodded to the three board members seated around the table, Eleanor Vance among them, her expression carefully neutral in a way that gave nothing away. "Since we're discussing my conduct, I'd prefer to be present for it rather than have my future decided in a room I wasn't invited to."
"Fair enough." Preston gestured to an empty chair with exaggerat
