Forty-eight hours after the triumphant Plaza Hotel press conference, the quiet morning peace inside the historic executive offices of Hayes & Co in Boston was shattered by an urgent corporate red alert. Sierra Hayes sat at her father's vintage mahogany desk on the top floor of the firm's Beacon Hill brownstone, surrounded by stacks of integration agreements and international insurance schedules. Outside, a gloomy gray spring rain washed over the…
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