About this book:

Arthur Pendergast has spent fifteen years perfecting the art of moving orange juice from dying groves to breakfast tables across America. As Senior VP of Logistics at Sun-Drenched Groves, he's the architect of an illusion—ensuring the "Premium Gold" label never reveals the bitter fruit, the exploited workers, or the chemical flavor packs propping up a collapsing industry. At fifty-five, with a gilded cage in Boca Raton and a body worn thin by 4:30 AM alarms, Arthur knows the math no longer works: the squeeze has finally exceeded the juice.

When a labor strike threatens to rot a million dollars of product in the Florida sun, Arthur brokers a desperate deal that saves the quarter but costs him his last shred of denial. Caught between a COO who sees people as line items and a workforce with nothing left to lose, he begins to see the rot spreading through everything he's built—the marriage that dissolved, the daughter who stopped calling, the ornamental orange blossoms that smell sweet while the real groves die of greening disease. The logistics of decline are precise, and Arthur wrote the playbook.

Sharp, darkly comic, and saturated with the humid rot of a Sunshine State that stopped shining years ago, *The Juice Is Not Worth The Squeeze* is a masterclass in corporate anatomy. It's a novel about the lies we package and sell, the truth that ferments in the tank when no one's watching, and the moment a man realizes he's not the engineer of the machine—he's just the pulp caught in the gears.