29. Quin
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Quin
Two weeks after Clara came home, Eva’s father made his final move.
The notice came through on a Tuesday morning. Emergency session, mandatory attendance, every voting member required in person. My lawyer’s message sat underneath it, short enough to read in a single breath. Gardner is trying to rally votes. We have the advantage. Come finish this.
I read it twice, and then I looked across the room at my wife, who was curled into the corner of the couch under a blanket with a fever and a box of tissues, Katie sprawled against her side with the same bug Katie had brought home from her new preschool in town.
“You should go,” Clara said, reading my face the way she always had. “This is important.”
“So is this.”
“Quin, you need to end it. Gardner’s been a thorn in your side for months, and he isn’t going to stop on his own. Especially now that you’ve been absent for weeks.”
“I know.” I sat on the edge of the couch and pushed the damp hair back from her forehead. “But I’m not leaving you when you’re sick.”
“I have Perla, I have your mother, and I have fifteen ranch hands who would show up with soup if I so much as sneezed within earshot of the barn.” She caught my hand and held it. “Go. Finish what you started, and then come home to us.”
She was right, the way she usually was. I kissed her forehead, then Katie’s, and made it as far as the doorway before she said my name.
I turned back.
“Destroy him,” Clara said, and smiled.
***
The boardroom was exactly as I’d left it, all long mahogany and floor-to-ceiling glass over the downtown skyline, the air carrying that particular smell of expensive leather and old money.
Gardner had taken a seat at the far end with his allies arranged around him, and he was wearing the kind of smug expression that made me want to rearrange his face.
Eva wasn’t there. She hadn’t been seen in public since the gala, and the rumor going around was that she’d retreated to a family property somewhere in Europe to recover from the stress of it. Good riddance.
“Fleming.” Gardner didn’t bother standing. “Surprised you could tear yourself away from playing farmer.”
“Gardner.” I took my seat at the head of the table. “I’m surprised you’re still trying this. How many times does the board have to reject your proposals before you take the hint?”
His jaw tightened. “This time is different. I have commitments.”
“Do you?” I looked around the table and made eye contact with every member in turn. Some of them met it. Others found something interesting in their notes. “Let’s find out.”
The next two hours were brutal.
Gardner made his case first, and it amounted to the same three phrases: lack of focus, divided priorities, a CEO more interested in horses than in quarterly profits.
He had charts and graphs to go with it, along with carefully selected quotes from industry analysts who had never set foot on a working ranch in their lives.
Then I made mine.
“Gentlemen. Ladies.” I stood up, because some things need to be said on your feet.
“Gardner is right about one thing. My priorities have changed. I spent years building this company at the expense of everything else, including my health, my marriage, and my relationship with my daughter, and I was so focused on the numbers that I forgot why I started in the first place.”
Gardner smirked, because he thought I was conceding.
“But here’s what he doesn’t understand.” I pulled up my own presentation.
“In the past year, while I was supposedly distracted, our agricultural division grew forty-three percent. Our community investment programs generated more positive press than any marketing campaign this company has ever paid for. And employee retention is at an all-time high, for the simple reason that we started treating people like human beings instead of line items.”
I clicked to the next slide, and the room went quiet. Revenue projections, profit margins, growth trajectories that made Gardner’s charts look like something drawn in crayon.
“I didn’t lose focus. I found it. This company was built on the idea that people matter, that communities matter, and that there’s more to success than squeezing the last dollar out of every transaction.
” I looked down the table at him. “You want to turn it into a machine that exists to make rich people richer. I built something better than that, and I’ll be damned if I hand it to you. ”
The vote wasn’t close. Gardner’s motion failed twelve to three, and his allies abandoned him the moment the numbers went up on the screen.
“This isn’t over, Fleming,” he said as the room emptied around him.
“Yes, it is.” I gathered my papers without hurrying. “Your daughter tried to destroy my marriage and you tried to take my company, and you both failed. Take the loss with whatever dignity you have left, and stay out of my life.”
I walked out of that boardroom feeling lighter than I had in years.
***
Clara was asleep when I got home, Katie tucked against her side, both of them breathing soft and even in the dim light of our bedroom. I stood in the doorway for a while and just watched them, my girls, my whole world, and then I changed quietly and slipped into bed on Clara’s other side.
She stirred, half-opening her eyes. “How’d it go?”
“We won. Gardner’s done.”
A slow smile spread across her face. “I knew you would.”
“Did you?”
“I believed in you,” she said, reaching for my hand, “which is the same thing.”
I pulled her close, careful not to wake Katie, and pressed my lips into her hair. “I’ve been thinking. When you’re feeling better, and Katie’s over this bug, I want to take you somewhere.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere. Anywhere. We have a yacht we’ve never used and an island we’ve visited exactly twice.” I traced a slow pattern on her shoulder. “I want to give you the honeymoon we never had. A month of nothing but sun and water and us.”
She was quiet for a moment, and then she tilted her face up to look at me. “A month?”
“Or two, or however long you want. The company can run itself for a while and the ranch has Agustin and Perla. They will all be compensated well. Enough that they can buy their dream house.” I searched for the right way to say the rest of it.
“I want to make up for the time I lost. I want to show you what our life looks like when I’m actually present for it. ”
She kissed me. “That sounds perfect.”