He looked at his watch. 10:30. Almost time. He stood and walked into the conference room. The large oval table held an extravagant spread of edibles, tea, and coffee. In front of each chair lay a leather-bound folder filled with all things Megablast. The high-tech projector and screen stood proud...
Paul, on the other hand, was going to take some finagling. He’d had no problem voicing his suspicions about my behavior as of late, and to be truthful, I wasn’t even sure I should call him. What could I possibly say without raising his suspicions even higher? There was a desperate part of me that...