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Morgan
I didn’t listen to Patrick’s voice mail.
I didn’t delete it either.
Instead, it taunted me all weekend while I worked on trying to fix everything that had snowballed into a disaster for me. I had a plan. A game plan. I was ready—or at least, as ready as I would ever be to walk into the office on Monday morning and put my job on the line.
The email had only been sent to me. I had to think that someone else had heard that Escoe Industrial had received the contract, a company that was now pretty high on my list of companies I wanted to acquire. Either way, it meant that I would be on the hot seat on Monday. I would have to figure out a way to keep my job, or the board would replace me.
I couldn’t imagine Wright Construction in the hands of someone who wasn’t a Wright. So, gett
