Chapter 11 · free to read
Twenty-eight days from the boardroom to this room. I have taken longer to close a warehouse deal.
He had signed nine hundred contracts in that building. He could not stop looking at the one cup of water somebody else had poured for him.
For ten years I had built him into a monster with a plan. It had never occurred to me that he was only a hand.
Nine letters, written by a man who would not say them out loud in a room with a taped-over camera.
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