Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
“You went back to the office after the hospital?”
“I came back to pack my box,” I said.
“Nina met me in the lobby.”
Nina said in a whisper, “I told him the VIPs were in the glass room.”
The attorney pulled the two printed pages across the table and squared them against the edge.
Gavin’s phone lit up on the mahogany.
The name on the screen wasn’t one I knew.
Eleanor said, “Mr.