Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
“Page four can wait for a man’s hands.”
She came and stood in front of me.
She looked at my right hand, then my left.
“Your hands are empty,” she said.
“I left the box at my desk.
I didn’t think I had anywhere to take it.”
One of the lawyers wrote a line and stopped writing.
The other closed his notebook on his finger and held it shut.