Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
It was thicker than my personnel file had any right to be.
The attorney didn’t open it.
He reached into his briefcase and set a stapled printout beside Gavin’s folder.
The header read VISITOR LOG.
Beneath it, IT ACCESS.
Gavin’s phone tapped his leg.
“What is that?”
“A records request,” the attorney said.
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