Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
Then I sat with the pen an inch above the paper.
“Start with the numbers.” She wasn’t looking at me.
She was stacking menus into a square.
“You’re a numbers man.
I’ve watched you order the same breakfast for two years and tip to the penny.
Start there.”
So I did.
Three years.