He Kept Explaining My Job Until His Phone Lit Up

again.

Three calls in under twenty seconds.

He glanced at the screen.

I knew the name before he flipped the phone over.

Greg Foster.

Managing partner. Northbridge Capital. Fifty-eight. Cuff links shaped like golf tees. Bad knee. Good instincts, mostly. He’d been on the 11:40 call. He knew exactly where Ethan was and exactly why that phone was ringing.

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