RAZOR SHARP,
by Hal Charles
Shelley sat across the huge desk from the imposing figure dressed in a gray pinstriped suit. “Mr. Bolton,” she said, “are you sure you can’t make the board meeting on Friday?”
Nathaniel Bolton was a self-made millionaire who had left their town as a boy and headed west to seek his destiny. Through hard work and business acumen, he had turned a small logging company into a corporation supplying lumber for customers around the country.
Several years earlier, Bolton had sold his company and returned home, where he had become one of the chief benefactors of the tiny liberal arts college where Shelley served as chair of the Board of Regents.
For months MegaMart, owner of huge box stores throughout the country, had been trying to buy the land on which the Bolto
