Chapter 14 - The Offer Vic Didn't Mention
Vic told me about the offer before I heard it from anyone else.
He closed the office door and placed an unopened employment contract on my desk.
“Sayer's maintenance division. Twice my salary. Signing bonus. They want an answer Friday.”
I looked at the envelope.
“Why you?”
“Because I know our contracts, our crews, and how much this delay could hurt.”
He sat without waiting for permission. After twenty-nine years, I figured he had earned that.
“Also because my wife needs another procedure. Insurance covers part. The rest isn't imaginary.”
I knew she had been ill. I hadn't known how much it cost him to remain steady at work.
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“Because you're my friend. And because being your friend shouldn't require handing you every bill.”
There was no anger in his voice. That made me listen harder.
The offer included a clause requiring him to assist with acquiring existing customer relationships. Sayer wasn't merely recruiting a manager. He was buying a shortcut through the company I had already promised to share fairly.
“Have you discussed it with your attorney?”
“Tomorrow.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Accurate numbers. Can our transition survive this?”
I wanted to say yes immediately. It would have felt generous and sounded brave.
Instead, I called Ben.
We spent the afternoon reviewing cash reserves, financing conditions, and what a six-month delay might require. Marcus joined us. Nobody was asked to pledge loyalty before learning the cost.
The answer was uncomfortable.
Finch could continue operating. The next ownership installment might need restructuring. Vic and Marcus could lose money already spent on transaction expenses if their lender withdrew entirely.
I felt the old instinct rise: write a check, absorb every cost, make everyone safe.
Then Marcus spoke.
“Let's find out what we're agreeing to before you rescue us from it.”
He almost smiled.
I leaned back.
Apparently, the company had learned a few things while I was busy learning them myself.
We agreed to obtain advice on extending the purchase schedule. Any adjustment would be documented and reviewed for everyone's interests.
Vic took the Sayer offer home.
He didn't promise to reject it.
I respected him enough to be frightened by that.
That evening, June found me sanding the porch rail in weather too cold for finishing wood.
“Useful work or hiding?”
“A disappointing combination.”
I told her about Vic.
She listened, then asked, “Would you think less of him for protecting his wife?”
“No.”
“Then make sure he knows that.”
I called him before dinner.
“You don't owe me a medical hardship as proof of friendship,” I said.
He stayed quiet.
“I want you here. I'll fight to keep the transition fair. But if you take another job, we handle it professionally.”
His breath caught just enough for me to hear.
“Thank you.”
Friday morning, he returned with the contract marked by his attorney.
“I'm declining.”
“Because of us?”
“Because of what they actually want me to sign. And because my wife said she'd rather have a payment plan than a husband who helps strip the place he spent his life building.”
I closed my eyes briefly.
“She always was the smarter one.”
“By a wide margin.”
We laughed. It wasn't enough to remove the pressure. It was enough to remind us why the place mattered.
His decision hadn't made the medical bills disappear. Before he left, we confirmed the employee assistance resources available to everyone and the questions he wanted to raise with payroll.
At noon, a courier delivered the lawsuit.
Sayer sought enforcement of the purchase option and had filed notice of the property dispute in the public records.
By three, our lender had paused the next financing step pending review.
Vic stood beside me as Elise explained the immediate response.
He looked at the papers, then at the yard.
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“Well,” he said, “good thing I stayed.”
Outside, Marcus was teaching an apprentice to secure a trailer. He made the boy redo the straps without raising his voice. I watched until the load was safe. Whatever happened in court, this was still our work: giving people enough instruction to carry a responsibility without pretending the road would always be smooth ahead.
