TIMOFEY
The board meeting ends with a whimper.
The members, too afraid to even look me in the eye, scurry out of the room like roaches fleeing a nuclear bomb. I sit back in my chair and watch them.
They have no clue the mistake they are making. These men joined my board because they were wealthy. Because they had the kind of money and connections that I could manipulate. Without me, they have no idea how to pull the right strings.
They'll be back.
I just hope it isn't too late when they realize it.
The room is nearly empty, but a chair at the end of the table remains filled. "Go on, Ron," I say, gesturing to the door. "Flee with the rest of the vermin."
He crosses his legs, making it clear he isn't going anywhere. "I'm too old to flee. Craig was supposed to wheel me out, but you must have shamed him into amnesia."
