Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
The attorney turned the page.
Eleanor’s leather folder lay open near her elbow, one tab reading Revenue Attribution.
I set my thumb on the watch crystal and didn’t press.
Gavin said, “Mrs.
Halston, I can explain the Whitcombe valuation.”
Eleanor closed the folder.
“Not yet.”
She looked at me.