the time was right.”
The forensic accountant in me almost admired the irony.
“Selina,” I said, “when exactly would the time have been right?”
She looked at me.
“After the financing stabilized.”
“It didn’t stabilize.”
“I thought it would.”
“But it didn’t.”
“No.”
“And you still opened?”
Her shoulders stiffened.
“We are opening.”
“When?”
“Next month.”
Rowan stared.
“You told me the project was dead.”
“The original project was.”
“What does that mean?”
Selina folded her hands.
“The investors withdrew. I found another solution.”
My instincts sharpened.
“What solution?”
She
