Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
“It means I watched you lose a job today because you stopped on Route 18.
Then I watched you refuse to take a cheap shot at the man who fired you.
That’s not common.”
“He insulted me.”
“He insulted you in front of your coworkers.
You still didn’t turn ugly.”
I looked at the agency doors.
Through the glass, I could see Nina at the reception desk, her pen moving over a form.