After his death, she’d expanded the business into an investment empire controlling stakes in companies worth billions.
I’d seen her photographs in magazines and read about her appearances at universities.
I’d simply failed to recognize her while she lay struggling beside Route 18.
“I didn’t recognize you.”
“Good.”
I blinked.
“Good?”
“That means what you did wasn’t influenced by who I am.”
Then she turned toward Gavin.
“Now tell me why he is carrying a box.”
Only then did I notice Nina had placed an empty cardboard carton near my desk.
Gavin cleared his throat.
“Mrs. Halston, as I explained, there was a business incident this morning.”
“What incident?”
“Christopher missed a critical presentation.”
“Because he was helping me.”
“Yes, but…”
“But?”
Gavin’s expression tightened.
“We lost a major account.”
Eleanor looked at me, then back toward him.
“And?”
Gavin hesitated.
“And?”
Finally, he admitted it.
