No more Christmas Roundups, no more Christmas carols. No more bullshit. The e-mail from Miranda this morning had been a veiled threat. He should’ve been more reassuring in his text back to her last night. If Max didn’t make headway on this deal soon, she’d send someone who would. In other words, he’d be out of a job. He went downstairs and waited for NSV’s chief engineer. She would not derail him today. Pippa showed up wearing jeans and a blue cable sweater, not the business attire he expected. She gave him the once-over. “You’re certainly not dressed appropriately for today’s task.” He glanced down at his dark suit, hoping she meant they were going to get their hands dirty. “I don’t mind if we’re working on the production lines, but afterward we’ll discuss the MTech/NSV partnership, right?” She screwed up her face. “Not exactly.” She held out the last word. He didn’t budge.
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