“Did you really do it for me?” Maximoff wondered. Charlie paused for a moment. “Yes and no.” He shrugged. “I hated Ernest, and I wanted him gone. But also…the company is yours. You should have never been fired in the first place, and it would have been a tragedy not to course correct.” Maximoff hugged him, and they kept hugging for a long beat. Farrow and I shared an eased look because our clients were at peace with each other.
