Chapter 4

Grant was mid-sentence when I walked into the boardroom. He spun around. His face went red. "Are you kidding me? Security! Get my ex-wife out of here. She's stalking me." Two guards stepped toward me. Then the chairman stood up. Then every board member stood up. Grant froze. "Ladies and gentlemen," the chairman said, his voice unsteady, "please welcome the controlling shareholder of Whitlock Hotels and Resorts. Mrs. Nora Whitlock." The pen slipped from Grant's fingers. It rolled across...