Michael Walked Out of His Office the Day Four-Year-Old Noah Called About a Broken Arm
“Just play in the house.”
“Travis says I’m strong enough to steer,” Noah said.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Michael said gently.
“Have a good dinner.”
“Bye, Dad. See you.”
Michael hung up the receiver with a small, relieved smile.
The calm lasted exactly twenty hours.
At two o’clock the next afternoon Michael was standing at the head of the heavy oak table in the Apex Logistics boardroom.
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