As the Crow Flies

“I’m willing to take that risk,” said Charlie, by now almost shouting.

“Well, I’m not,” said Merrick calmly. “What’s more, if we don’t accept her offer we already know that Mrs. Trentham will call an extraordinary general meeting in order to put her case to the shareholders, and I’ve little doubt where their interests will lie. I consider the time has come to take a vote on this matter, rather than carry on with any further pointless discussion.”

“But wait a moment—” Charlie began.

“No. I will not wait, Mr. Chairman, and I propose that we accept Mrs. Trentham’s generous offer of releasing her land in exchange for ten percent of the company’s shares.”

“And what do you propose we do about her son?” asked Charlie.

“He should be invited to join the board without delay,” replied Merrick.

“But—” began Charlie.

“No buts, thank you, Mr. Chairman,” said Merrick. “The time has come to vote. Personal prejudices shouldn’t be allowed to cloud our better judgment.”

There was a moment’s silence before Arthur Selwyn said, “As a formal proposal has been made will you be kind enough to record the votes, Miss Allen?” Jessica nodded and glanced round at the nine members of the board.

“Mr. Merrick?”

“For.”

“Mr. Newman?”

“For.”

“Mr. Denning?”

“Against.”

“Mr. Makins?”

“Against.”

“Mr. Baverstock?”

The lawyer placed the palms of his hands on the table and seemed to hesitate, as if in some considerable dilemma over the decision.

“For,” he said finally.

“Lady Trumper?”

“Against,” Becky said without hesitation.

“Lady Wiltshire?”

“For,” said Daphne quietly.

“Why?” said Becky unable to believe her response.

Daphne turned to face her old friend. “Because I’d rather have the enemy inside the boardroom causing trouble, than outside in the corridor causing even more.”

Becky couldn’t believe her ears.

“I assume you’re against, Sir Charles?”

Charlie nodded vigorously.

Mr. Selwyn raised his eyes.