Yet I’d never met anyone named Field.
Most employees hadn’t.
According to office gossip, Gavin’s former partner, Richard Field, had retired years earlier while retaining a small ownership interest.
Gavin looked toward Eleanor.
“Richard wanted information about your acquisition offer.”
“Why?”
“Because he thought the valuation was too low.”
“So you gave him confidential documents?”
“I gave him access.”
Daniel’s expression hardened.
“That is corporate espionage.”
Gavin slammed his hand against the desk.
“I was trying to protect my company!”
A voice interrupted from the doorway.
“Our company.”
Everyone turned.
A tall man in his early sixties stood there, wearing a camel-colored coat.
His hair was silver, and his expression was severe.
I’d never seen him.
Gavin clearly recognized him.
“Richard.”
Richard Field walked inside, regarding Gavin with open disgust.
“You were trying to protect yourself.”
Gavin rose.
“What are you doing here?”
“Cleaning up your mess.”
