Mid-morning the following Monday, Jase's grandfather called the house. I'd met him at the party, and he'd seemed pleasant enough, but a bit stern for my liking. It was easy to see how Penelope railroaded him to get her way, and sadly, I could see Emmy being that way with Jase down the road. We had exchanged pleasantries before he asked to speak with my husband.
Handing off the phone, I left the room to give him some privacy. He'd predicted his grandfather's call. Jase knew he'd call him back, but it didn't sit well with me. The fact the board didn't even give Jase a chance to explain himself or offer up his side of the story bothered me. My husband had been devoted to that business his entire career, and when things got bumpy, not only did his family basically fire him, but they also bail
