After My Father’s

marble.

Miles saw me and smiled as if I had arrived late to my own execution.

“Carrie,” he said. “Good. We were just about to begin.”

“Begin what?”

“A preliminary transition meeting.”

I looked at the office door.

My father’s office door.

A new brass nameplate had been taped over the old one.

MILES HALE
INTERIM EXECUTIVE CHAIRMAN

For a moment, nobody spoke.

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