learn to live with it. No psychiatrist is going to make it go away.â
McNair put a hand on Morganâs shoulder. âCome on, chief, letâs go to the bar, and Iâll buy you a fruit smoothie. Something with bananas. Youâre going to need the potassium.â
âYou donât care about my potassium level, do you? You just want to poke around in my private life some more.â
âWhy, yes, I do. Thank you for the invitation.â
âThat wasnâtâ¦Oh, never mind.â
The Rockpoint Fitness Gym refreshment bar was a health nutâs dream. Patrons could order everything from oatmeal to whole-wheat bagel sandwiches. McNair ordered two large fruit smoothies and then moved to a small, metal table in the corner of the room. The table was next to a window overlooking the parking lot, one floor down.
âSomething in New Mexico get your goat?â
Morgan gazed out the window. McNair was impossible to stonewall. âNot really. Sometimes things just pile up.â
âThings?â the CFO asked. âEmotional things? After what youâve been through, youâve got every right to have some issues and nightmares.â
âItâs not that.â Morgan looked at his friend and saw the concern on his face. Most people offered their regrets, looked sad, and then did their best to avoid the topic of his familyâs death. Not McNair. Of all the senior execs, McNair treated Morgan honestly, never shying away from the darkness Morgan sometimes brought to the office. âIâve almost gotten used to the dreams. I imagine theyâll be part of my life forever.â
âMaybe.â
A gym employee brought the smoothies to the table. Rockpoint catered to the wealthy and offered services not normal to lesser gyms.
âAnyway, Iâm just off a littleâthatâs all.â
âYou have no idea how much restraint Iâm showing by resisting that setup line.â
Morgan smiled. âIâm testing your mettle.â
âI was born with lots of mettle.â He paused. âIf this is none of my business, just say so. Why did you go to New Mexico?â
âYou mean, if I told you to butt out, you would?â
âOf course not. Now answer the question.â
âFirst, is it you whoâs asking, or someone else?â Morgan kept his eyes on McNair as he took a sip of thick drink.
âIâm the one doing the asking, but I wonât lie to you. A few members of the board have stopped by to ask me questions.â
âAbout me?â
âYep. There is growing doubt about your fitness to run the company.â
âThey know my family started the corporation.â
McNair nodded. âYes, they do, and you should know that when your father took it public, he surrendered certain rights to the board of directors.â
Morgan did know that. The fact that he could be replaced was never far from his mind. The problem was, it didnât bother him.
âWhat did you tell them?â
âIt wasnât an official inquiry, just a couple of the members asking casual questions.â
Morgan clinched his jaw. âDoesnât sound casual.â
âMy bad. I should have said informal. Thatâs a better word.â
âOkay, what was your informal answer?â
The corners of McNairâs mouth rose. âLetâs just say they wonât be asking me again. Know this, Andrew: I am now and always will be on your side.â
âI know.â Morgan directed his eyes out the window and watched a UPS driver pull packages from his large brown van. âIf I told you why I was in New Mexico, you might change your mind.â
âI doubt it. I like my mind. Why would I change it?â
âYou know what I mean.â Morgan inhaled deeply and turned his gaze back to McNair. âDo you know who Robert Quetzal is?â
âThe 2012 nutcase? Iâve heard of him. Saw him on some interview show.
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