When My Son Reported a Theft, I Went Looking and Found the Real Ledger in Our Dallas Office
“We started this company together thirty-two years ago, Frank,” I said.
“Which is why I’m giving you straight advice,” Frank said, his gravelly voice dropping even lower.
“Take a quiet voluntary leave, accept the executive buyout package, and let Garrett carry the operating workload before you wreck your health for good.”
“You think I’m losing my mind,” I said.
“I think you’re worn out, Raymond,” Frank said, touching the edge of his wooden pen.
“And I think Garrett is trying to keep this company afloat while you fight your health.”
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