I used one seat.
I gave the other to Everett Pruitt, who had the night off, and who wore his own suit, and who sat at Table One.
Corinne saw us at seven-forty.
She was mid-round of the room.
She stopped.
“Danielle.”
“Corinne.”
“You — this is a private event.”
“It’s my building.
Two seats, every event.
It’s in the agreement your assistant signed in January.”
Garrett was there.
Of course he was.
He came across the floor fast.
“Danielle, this is — you can’t just — “
“Sit down, Garrett,” I said.
“I’m not here for you.
I’m here because there’s a decision on the table and I’d like to make it in front of people, the way decisions about me have been made in front of people for two years.”
The tables near us had gone quiet.
Two hundred and forty people notice a still spot.
