Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
“Check the amendments,” I said. “Look for any filings from the last two weeks.”
He turned to his computer, his fingers flying across the keys with the speed of a man who used to run logistics for military intelligence. The screen cast a blue glow across his face, highlighting the deep lines around his mouth.
“Here it is,” Brandon said, his voice dropping into a flat, level tone. “An endorsement was uploaded five days ago.”
“Who authorized it,” I asked.
“It has your digital signature, Robert. And Nicole’s.”
He turned the monitor toward me, pointing a thick index finger at the bottom of the PDF.
“The personal rider on your life coverage,” Brandon said, his eyes locking onto mine. “It went from one million to four point two.”
The realization that my life was suddenly worth far more on paper than it was in the office.
Brandon clicked his mouse twice, minimizing the insurance PDF and opening the corporate banking portal. “That is not the only thing that changed while you were under anesthesia, Robert.”
