I had been in the fast lane, practicing my opening hook for the ten-million-dollar **Apex Health Logistics** pitch deck: *”Scalability isn’t a spreadsheet metric, gentlemen; it’s an operational artery.”
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Then, the sudden brake lights ahead.
Not an accident.
A silver Mercedes-Maybach S680—a half-million-dollar flagship sedan with diplomatic livery plates—had pulled onto the narrow gravel shoulder fifty yards past the Lookout Mountain exit.
Its hazard lights were blinking with a frantic, irregular frequency.
The driver’s door was thrown wide open.
A woman had stumbled out into the gravel.
She wasn’t an elderly, frail grandmother in an unbuttoned cardigan.
She was sixty, perhaps sixty-two, dressed in an immaculate, double-breasted navy cashmere pantsuit tailored with the architectural precision of Savile Row.
Her silver hair was drawn into a chiseled, military-grade chignon secured by a five-inch antique horn hairpin.
