he remained a commanding man, though retirement had softened him slightly. His hair was almost entirely silver now, and he wore reading glasses that he removed when Adrian entered.
“This is unexpected.”
“I need to talk to you.”
Graham studied his son.
“Sit down.”
Adrian remained standing.
“Daniel Keane.”
The effect was immediate.
Graham’s expression changed.
Only for a second.
But it changed.
“Where did that come from?”
“He worked for us.”
Graham placed his glasses on the desk.
“A great many people worked for us.”
“He was a Rivergate engineer.”
“Yes.”
“You fired him.”
Graham’s jaw tightened.
“I approved his dismissal.”
“Why?”
“He had become impossible to manage.”
“Because he raised engineering concerns?”
“Because he refused to accept the conclusions of three independent consultants.”
Adrian crossed his arms.
“Was he wrong?”
Graham looked toward the fireplace.
“The project was completed safely.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
“No.”
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