Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
The folder had been thick.
Thicker than a brochure.
Thicker than anything I had ever carried into a client meeting.
The red string had been tied in a double knot.
I remembered thinking it looked like a folder someone had carried for years.
I couldn’t see why Gavin would care whether I spoke to Halston Capital.
I said the name out loud in the car.
Halston Capital.