Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout

I stopped because the box was heavy and because he looked smaller than he had at nine forty-five.

“Whitcombe was the number,” he said.

“You know that.

That contract was going to lift the valuation.

It was going to make the whole deal work.”

“You fired me so I wouldn’t be in the room when she arrived,” I said.

Gavin’s jaw moved.

“I needed you gone before Halston saw that folder.”