The bank just froze my corporate line of credit!” Gregory screamed. “They’re talking about a conflict of interest with an LLC I’ve never heard of. Morrison Holdings? What is this?”
I hung up the landline and sat down in the armchair by the window, crossing my legs with a practiced, feline grace. For the first time in years, I felt the old Clara—the senior consultant—take the helm.
“Sit down, Gregory,” I said. My voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a weight that stopped him in his tracks. “You too, Diane. This is going to be a very long morning.”
