At eight-fifty-five on Monday morning, the executive boardroom on the forty-second floor of the Rainier Tower in downtown Bellevue hummed with the high-voltage energy of an imminent corporate triumph. Floor-to-ceiling glass framed the mist-shrouded peaks of the Cascade Mountains, while a forty-foot walnut conference table was flanked by fourteen leather executive armchairs. At the head of the table stood Mark Hayes. His charcoal Brioni suit was impeccably pressed, his silver…
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