Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
I stood.
“Four years.”
He picked up his phone as if it had rung.
It hadn’t.
The screen at my desk said Access Revoked, 9:31 AM.
I had come through the lobby at 9:30.
I hadn’t said a single word to Gavin yet when somebody in IT decided I was finished.
I pressed the keys anyway.