Tuesday, April 12, 11:12 a.m. . . .
Clarke Gardner rapped his knuckles on the door frame to Barton’s office. Barton looked up, peering over his glasses, holding aloft a piece of paper between his thumb and forefinger. When he saw it was Gardner, he let out an exclamation:
“Can you believe this?” Barton shook the paper, rattling it in the air.
“Which one is that?” Gardner asked.
“Which one do you think?” said Barton. He gestured toward a chair. “The one that arrived this morning, addressed to all executive team and board members.”
“Oh,” said Gardner, stepping into Barton’s office and plopping down into a chair facing his boss’s desk. “You mean the bad one.”
“The bad one?” said Barton, puzzled.
“There’s a good ...