My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

This is not a small software purchase. It’s a full shift in how Eastbridge plans to run its retail network.”

Darren swallowed.

Dad finally spoke.

“David.”

Just my name. Like he’d found it in a drawer.

My phone buzzed against the table.

Gail Fischer.

Our general counsel.

I didn’t pick it up.

Not yet.

Darren’s eyes flicked to my phone, then back to the TV, then continue reading …