HE DIDN’T HAVE IT.
I stood in my new temporary office at Vanguard and looked down at Market Street traffic. Delivery trucks. A guy in a Phillies cap arguing with a parking kiosk. Normal world, while a company I’d helped build was chewing through its own leg.
At 11:19, Josephine appeared in my doorway holding two coffees.
“I assume Greg is texting.”
“How’d continue reading …
