დ Aidan დ
“Why am I here?” I asked. I made sure to keep my voice even. My jaw was tight enough to c***k. The conference room felt colder than the hall, the glass wall showing a slice of the city.
“You are here because I asked for you,” Marin Ortega said. She set a folder in front of me and another in front of Ezra. “Your signature is on the permits. If this becomes a hearing, your voice will carry the weight the board wants to hear,”
“I told Ezra to handle it,” I said. I didn’t get comfortable or sit back. I wanted this sorted out.
“And I am handling it,” Ezra said. He shifted his chair an inch and gave me a look that said I should just relax. “Counsel asked for both of us. So, we are both here,” Marin opened the folder and fanned out the documents like cards. Petition sheets. Stamp m
