Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
Halston, if we stepped outside and restructured the terms, I’m prepared to be flexible about anything you name.”
“I asked Mr.
Bennett a question on the shoulder of Route 18 this morning.” Her voice didn’t rise.
“I asked what he did for a living.
He told me he helped companies tell the truth about themselves.”
My neck went hot.
I had said that, standing in the gravel with my good shoes soaking through.
“Then you fired him at nine forty-five for being sixteen minutes late to a meeting that had already collapsed.