Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
I saw the name and closed it.”
Somebody at the front desk had seen a file with my name on it before I had finished my coffee.
Then her last one: “I shouldn’t be telling you this.
Delete this thread.”
The email landed at 12:58.
The subject line was just my own name, first and last, with no greeting and no reference number.
I read it twice before I let myself believe the numbers.
Two months of salary, in full, paid out on signature, plus accrued vacation.