He’d been so busy deciding I was nothing that he never once read the paper that made me everything.
Chapter 4: The Call He Finally Made
I didn’t go far.
I sat in the quiet lobby café downstairs with a cup of tea and my phone face-up, and I waited, because I knew the shape of the next twenty minutes better than anyone alive.
Upstairs, Grant finished gloating, and then — because something in my voice had finally reached him — he called Piedmont Union Bank.
Theo Brandt, our CFO, told me the rest later, and his hands were still a little unsteady when he did.
The banker’s answer went through the speakerphone, into a boardroom still warm from laughing at me.
The facility was frozen.
The guarantee had been withdrawn.
Without it, the bank would not advance another dollar, and it wanted a conversation about the balance already drawn.
And the room went still.
