On an Autumn Evening in Manhattan, Fifty Million Dollars Signed Away Eleven Long Years
“If those lab logs reach the financial papers, the firm loses its underwriting by morning.”
“Those logs belong to Dr.
Vance and the board now,” I said.
“Spencer made a mistake,” she whispered, leaning in.
“The twins are unverified.
We know that now.
But the company can’t survive his medical history going public.”
I glanced past her shoulder at Spencer, who stayed by the stone steps without turning around.