far away.
Brennan stood.
Every head turned.
“I need ten minutes.”
His assistant, Caleb, immediately rose.
“Sir, the vote—”
“Delay it.”
“The European contract requires—”
Brennan looked at him.
Caleb stopped talking.
Brennan walked out of the boardroom and into the private corridor overlooking Boston Harbor.
His phone buzzed again.
Purchase approved: Boston Children’s continue reading …
