Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
The attorney turned a page.
“Do these files include campaign revenue?”
Gavin’s finger hovered over the keyboard.
“That’s not the relevant metric.”
Eleanor looked at the screen.
She adjusted her collar, left side, then right.
“I have a printout,” Gavin said, “of every project he mismanaged.”
He dropped a folder on the mahogany table.