The details of that moment would later be written about in polished magazines and spoken about in boardrooms and repeated in interviews with more drama than the room itself contained. In truth, the booth was slightly cracked near the window side. The salt shaker was missing three grains from its cap. Someone had tucked an extra paper napkin under one corner of the sugar dispenser to keep it from wobbling. The coffee ring from a previous customer had been wiped away but still faintly marked the table when the light hit it.
Naomi listened as the lawyer spoke carefully, aware that every sentence he said sounded increasingly impossible.
Henry Callaway had passed away.
His will had been read.
The majority of his estate—including controlling ownership of his company and authority over the future of the Callaway organization—had been transferred to a single beneficiary.
