voice shook.
“Claire, all six division heads submitted their resignations at the same minute. Grant thinks you organized it.”
“I organized nothing.”
“He wants you to call them.”
“No.”
“He says the company could collapse.”
I stared toward the mountains beyond the city.
“For eight years, whenever Grant created a crisis, he expected me to save him before he experienced the consequences.”
“What should I tell him?”
“Tell him his company received a wedding invitation.”
I paused.
“And it answered with six resignations.”
By noon, Grant had called eleven times.
