“Good morning, Mr. Mercer.”
“Please, call me Daniel.”
His tone was unusually serious.
“Mara, I saw what Dylan posted last night.”
My stomach tightened.
“I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“Don’t apologize. I need to ask you something important.”
He paused.
“Did you authorize Dylan to negotiate on your behalf?”
I frowned.
“Negotiate what?”
“Our upcoming distribution center expansion.”
For a second, I forgot to breathe.
“What does Dylan have to do with that?”
Daniel exhaled.
“That’s exactly what I’m trying to establish.”
He explained that Dylan had been
