not look at her, walking out of the building he had once owned.
The boardroom remained silent for several long moments after the wooden doors clicked shut behind them. The board members watched Evan, waiting to see what would become of the company and their own futures.
Evan eventually sat down in the tall chairman’s seat, folding his hands together neatly upon the table surface. “We have an enormous amount of work to do, ladies and gentlemen. Whitmore Logistics will undergo immediate restructuring.”
He looked across the long table, addressing the room with the clear, purposeful vision of an authentic leader. “We will restore the pension funds first, upgrade the safety equipment on the fleet, and compensate the ground crew.”
He paused, his eyes traveling to Darla, who remained standing alone near the entrance, looking utterly lost. “Mrs. Whitmore, you may leave if you wish. But your legal counsel will
