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“Well, sir, this is the Mountain West project. I cried out loudly. “Okay … let’s see …” I held up my right hand and ticked off the fingers. We sipped at the same time. He offered me the couch as he place his case and jacket on his desk and went to one of the doors in the credenza, took out two glasses and held up a bottle of Gentleman Jack bourbon. He broke off this part, the internal guts of the proposal, to me to be melded in with his work.” I broke down the information I was given, what I developed and expanded on myself and why I felt something was off. I was too curious about what I was working on. A devastating combination for the rest of us.
