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organization. He knew where every file, every document—hell, every paper clip—was located. Dylan walked in and chuckled because he saw a wet ring of coffee on the table just as Matt raised the cup to his lips.
    â€œHmm. Getting sloppy in your old age?” He pointed to the coffee ring.
    Matt quickly wiped it with a napkin. “Oops, sorry ‘bout that,” he said, smiling. “What’s up?”
    Dylan sat across from him and told him about the pending acquisition, but left out the part about Christine’s call to Rich.
    â€œHey! That’s great news. Do you have a date when this will happen?”
    Dylan just shook his head. “Not definitely. I’ll be calling Art Williams as soon as I get back to my office and start the ball rolling. I just wanted to let everyone know what was in the wind so no one would be blindsided.” Dylan questioned the veracity of his own words.
    â€œThis is exciting. To be in on something like this at the very beginning!”
    Dylan heard the energy in Matt’s voice. “Yes, it is.”
    â€œThen great! I’ll look forward to it. Let me know what I can do to help make it a smooth transition.”
    Dylan rose to leave. “I’ll be sure to do that.” He walked back to his office and sat at the desk, his hand hovering over his computer keyboard. He called Art Williams’s private line.
    â€œArt Williams here.”
    â€œArt, Dylan Johnson. I just wanted you to know I spoke with my partners, and we're a ‘go’ if you are.”
    â€œHey, that’s great! We'll start to carve out the details. Can I get back to you in the next day or two?”
    â€œAbsolutely. And, by the way, my controller tells me your CFO, Christine Rohnmann, called and asked him for our financials. I thought that was a little premature and wondered why she didn’t come to me for that information.”
    Dylan heard a brief silence before Art responded. “Oh—sorry about that. I don't know what Christine was thinking. I'll be sure to mention to her that in the future she should use better judgment.”
    â€œThanks. I appreciate that, and I'll look forward to talking with you again soon.”
    He released the call just as Rich Linderman came in and approached him. “Dylan, I don’t think I mentioned it, but I did say something to Rob about Christine’s call. He was the only person here on Friday night, but he seemed to be in a hurry and I don’t think he paid much attention to me. And I was a little frazzled by the call.”
    Dylan thought for a moment and then asked, “How did Rob respond?”
    â€œBasically, he waved me off. Said he had some place to go. Something about meeting a filly, if that makes any sense. Maybe he had a hot date.”
    â€œThanks, Rich. Let’s just keep this to ourselves. I don’t want too many people knowing about this acquisition until it’s finalized.”
    Rich gave him a thumbs-up sign and nodded, leaving the room as quietly as he had arrived.

Chapter 2
    January 7, 10:30 a.m. New York
    Art Williams hung up the phone, then dialed Christine’s private line. “Christine, what in the hell are you doing, calling MobiCelus’s controller? I just got off the phone with Dylan, and he wanted to know why you didn’t go through him.”
    â€œCalm down, Art. That snarky little controller refused to give me any info. So no harm, no foul.”
    â€œChristine, don’t go rogue on me. MobiCelus has some valuable clients, and we don’t want to fuck anything up until this deal is signed and sealed.”
    â€œOkay, okay. When are you going to tell the rest of the staff?”
    â€œNo time like the present. I’ll gather them in the conference room in thirty minutes. Be there.”
    He hung up the phone and called his administrative assistant. “Michelle, gather up the managers and have them meet in the conference room in thirty