Ashley said. “You’re the one who told me that the merger will fall apart if we don’t get control of those shares.” “Calm down,” Cecil said. “I’ll take care of everything. That’s my job.” He smiled. “It’s why Colfax is paying me the big bucks and why he gave me the corner office, remember?” He was not behind his desk in the executive suite of Colfax Inc. at the moment. Instead, he was standing at the window of a dilapidated single-story house deep in the woods. The faded sign in the front yard read For Sale, Kelly Realty. The house had been on the market for more than six months. He had determined that much after a quick online search of the real estate listings in the area around Summer River. He could see why it hadn’t sold. It offered none of the amenities that people moving to wine country demanded. The house was a tear-down, which would not have mattered, had the property not broken the cardinal rule of real estate: Location, location, location.
