Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
“What would the letter say?”
“That you were a strong strategist with a family emergency.
That I’d hire you again.”
“You wouldn’t hire me again.”
“No,” Gavin said.
“But the letter would say so.”
The line went quiet.
I could hear a printer running somewhere behind him, the little mechanical rasp of paper feeding through.