My Sons Laughed at the Faded Alaska Baggage Tag My Husband Left Me—Then It Led to a Fleet They Were Trying to Sell for $2.7 Million
He sat anyway.
“All right.”
Tom returned.
“My counsel has reviewed the service agreements and the ownership structure.”
Michael stood.
“What is their position?”
Tom looked at him.
“We will not proceed with the $2.7 million offer.”