He didn’t go to lunch. But he did save the email chain to a folder he called “Wins,” which contained exactly two other messages from the past four years.
Vendeholt smiled. It was a small smile, the kind that barely moved his mustache. He took a sip of his cold coffee, grimaced, and poured it out. vendeholt reacts
He deleted it again. Then he wrote:
So here he was. vendeholt reacts.