Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
I took the long way around the cubicles, past the empty chairs and the dark monitors.
Gavin came out of the conference room before I reached the elevators.
“Christopher.”
I kept walking.
He stepped in front of me, and for the first time all day, he didn’t have a phone in his hand.
His tie was loose at the collar, and one cuff had come unbuttoned.
“One minute,” he said.
“That’s all I’m asking.”