Chapter Hundred And Four: Who Is The Culprit?

Besides the distasteful weight of perfume and cologne of varying fragrances, the cooling sensation of the air conditioner moved over my skin as I stepped into the boardroom. Board members and staff are already seated with eyes watching me. I settled into the plush chair behind the rectangular table. Pitchers of ice water, pens, and notepads sit in front of each chair, perfectly spaced so that one would know which was his or hers. They even had time for this. “Where is Mr. Raymond? I said to every member that if the boardroom should be present here, no one should be left out of what I am about to say. “I have no idea, ma'am, but we begin without him.” "Yeah, sure, we will, but whoever is not here will be seen as a suspect. Just let him know that.” “I am sorry for calling upon this impromptu meeting, but while some of us might know the reason for this meeting, some of us might be wondering why we are here when we should be concluding our work for the day and heading home to see our