Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
“At nine forty-five, Mr.
Mercer called me into his office and fired me,” I said.
Gavin held up one hand.
“For abandoning a client obligation.”
Eleanor’s eyes came to me and stayed there.
“Why are you carrying a cardboard box, Mr.
Bennett?”
I put one hand on the box.