Lana Lowell's face turned cold the second she heard that denial, and she let out a string of derisive laughs.
"Sure, now that you've got someone backing you up, of course you can act all calm and above it, like nothing ever happened."
"But have you thought about this: if this really blows up, if it gets to the point of media exposure, stock price collapse, and the board coming after us, it'll drag the entire company down with it! When that happens, can you afford to pay that price?"
"Forget one life—even if you had ten, ten lives wouldn't be enough! Decades of the Lowell Family's blood, sweat, and tears ruined in your hands—can you shoulder that responsibility?"
Fiona Lynch's brows snapped together; she couldn't sit still anymore and cut in despite herself.
"We're eating. What are you saying all this for at the dinner table? Talking about people dying is bad luck."
She turned her head toward Cora Lowell.
