Twelve irritated faces looked up.
Chairman Ashford’s jaw tightened. “Marcus, this is highly inappropriate.”
Lily didn’t wait for permission.
She walked straight to the center of the room and placed something on the polished conference table.
A tablet.
“I need the Wi-Fi password,” she said calmly.
Silence.
Ashford blinked. “Excuse me?”
“She’s serious,” Marcus murmured, though he had no idea why.
After a tense moment, one of the younger board members slid the password across.
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