Margaret Walks Across the High School Stage on a Warm June Morning
He took off his spectacles and began polishing them with a small square of blue silk.
“The state licensing board has a committee for ethical oversight, Margaret,” Arthur said in his deep baritone.
“If we file this complaint tonight, they will open a formal investigation into Vance’s conduct.”
He laid the glasses on his desk and looked at me.
“A developer’s contract is public record, and Vance hid it from the board,” Arthur said.
“It would cost him his license.”
I looked at the blue pen sitting next to the document on the desk.
“Let him keep his job, Arthur,” I said.
“We have more important things to build.”
Arthur paused, his hand hovering over the manila folder.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“He tried to keep her name out of the room.”
“Her name is already everywhere,” I said.
I picked up Olivia’s blue pen from the desk.
“Where do we sign for the trust?” I asked.
Arthur reached into his drawer and pulled out three copies of the scholarship agreement.
He turned them to the final page and pointed to the line above my name.
