“I gave him access.”
Daniel’s face hardened.
“That is corporate espionage.”
Gavin slammed his fist against the desk.
“I was trying to protect my company!”
“Our company,” another voice said from the doorway.
We turned.
A man in his early sixties stood there.
Tall.
Silver hair.
Camel coat.
I had never seen him before.
But Gavin clearly had.
His face went white.
“Richard.”
Richard Field walked inside.
He looked at Gavin with disgust.
“You were trying to protect yourself.”
Gavin stood.
“What are you doing here?”
“Cleaning up your mess.”
Richard turned toward Eleanor.
“I received a call from your counsel.”
Then he looked at me.
“You must be Christopher.”
“Yes.”
He gave a grim smile.
“I’ve heard your name for years.”
“Hopefully not all bad.”
“Mostly from clients saying Gavin took credit for your ideas.”
Gavin snapped, “That’s enough.”
Richard ignored him.
Then came another revelation.
