On an Autumn Evening in Manhattan, Fifty Million Dollars Signed Away Eleven Long Years
“He thinks I’m scared of a public lawsuit,” I said.
I picked up the red vinyl binder with Dr.
Vance’s lab reports and Spencer’s altered receipts.
I set it firmly into the left side of my open suitcase.
The navy blue binder with the settlement transfers and the twenty-million-dollar freeze notices went in next.
Last, I picked up the black cloth binder holding the notarized copy of Clause Forty-Two and the company charter rules.
“We’re done negotiating through lawyers,” I said, looking at Theo.