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14: Boardroom
Sweat rolled down Calvin’s palms, and he reached inside the collar of his shirt for the necklace his mother gifted him but found it empty. Fuck. Why did he keep forgetting that it was still with Angel? Familiar rage engulfed him as thoughts of her threatened to take over his mind. KJ nudged him with his knee and nodded to the table.
Different pairs of eyes were staring at them, mostly Calvin. He grabbed a bottle from the table and finished half its content.
“If you will,” KJ spoke on Calvin’s behalf. There were three men on each side of the table. They were usually more than that, but he couldn’t remember if some of them had been excused. “Please repeat the question.”
Calvin looked around the table. He had an idea what all of them would say if asked to state their opinion on this. They would tell him to give up his spot in Tech Valley so he could run his own company, but he wasn’t ready for that. That w
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