marketing. A real path.”
“I remember,” I said.
“And you turned it down.”
“I did.”
Tyler laughed softly. “That kind of says everything.”
The phone buzzed again.
Then again.
Mom glanced at my pocket. “Please. We’re having a family conversation.”
I pulled the phone out just far enough to see the screen.
Three missed calls from Peter, the board chairman.
Two from continue reading …