Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
Two lawyers.”
“I know who they are now.”
“No, you don’t.” Click, click.
“They’ve been in there since noon with the door shut.
Gavin has taken his jacket off and put it back on twice.
I have never in my life seen Gavin look this frightened.”
She said it in her whisper, the one she uses when the room is empty, and she turned the visitor clipboard so the printed sheet faced the wall.
I went down the hallway past my own cubicle.