The entire office went dead silent. Somebody’s phone buzzed on a desk and nobody moved to answer it.
“You fired him,” Eleanor said.
“It was a management decision.”
“For stopping when I collapsed.”
“For abandoning a professional responsibility.”
Eleanor’s face went very still.
“Abandoning.”
Gavin raised both hands, the way he does in client meetings when he’s about to explain something condescending.
“Mrs. Halston, I understand how emotional this must feel from your perspective. But a company cannot function if employees decide their personal impulses are more important than client obligations.”
I watched her eyes change. They went almost cold.
“Personal impulse?”
“That’s not what I…”
“You just described keeping a stranger from dying on the side of a highway as a personal impulse.”
Gavin swallowed. “I’m speaking in operational terms.”
“Then let’s speak operationally, Mr. Mercer.”
She nodded once. One of the lawyers at the table, a gray-haired man named Albright, immediately opened a leather folder.
Gavin’s face went blank. “I don’t…”
“You’ve been negotiating with Halston Capital for six months,” Eleanor said. Loud enough for the entire office to hear.
I turned and stared at Gavin.
Negotiating?
Nobody in that building knew anything about it. Not me. Not Nina. Not the creative directors.
Eleanor kept going. “My firm has been conducting due diligence on Mercer & Field for a potential acquisition. Seventy percent of the equity. We had planned to close by the end of the quarter.”
A murmur went through the whole office.
“The preliminary valuation,” Eleanor said, “was eighteen million dollars.”
My mouth went dry.
Eighteen million dollars.
Gavin stepped toward her. His voice dropped. “Mrs. Halston, that process is confidential.”
“It was,” she said.
Was.
One word. That’s all it took.
Gavin heard it too.
“What do you mean, was?”
Eleanor nodded to Mr. Albright. He closed his folder with a soft leather slap.
“Halston Capital is terminating acquisition negotiations with Mercer & Field,” Albright said, “effective immediately. You’ll receive formal written notice by end of business.”
All the color drained out of Gavin’s face.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m completely serious,” Eleanor said.
“Because of this? Because of one morning?”
“No.”
She looked directly at him.
“Because I do not invest in companies run by people who can’t tell the difference between urgency and humanity.”
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