“I guess we’re not showing PhotoLab at CES. I guess it’s all over.” He looked at me. “Is it?”
“That’s up to you. If you want to quit, quit. We can shut it all down if you want. I can go find a job with a company that actually wants to sell products.”
Kathlynne and Maria looked at each other with nervous expressions.
I stepped to Peter. “But if you want even a chance of showing PhotoLab at CES, you have to work. You have to contact CES and see if there is some way—any way—we can get into the show.”
“Why don’t you do it?” Darryl grumbled. “You’re the one who knows everything.”
“Because this isn’t my company! I didn’t start it! I’m not funding it! If I have to do everything myself, I’d rather go out and start my own business and make my own products. And I’d do my job because I’d actually care whether it succeeded or not!”
Kathlynne stepped to my side. “And I’d join you.” She then snarled at Darryl. “And you can go pound sand.”
Darryl didn’t reply. In fact, everyone fell silent and just stared at each other. They then turned towards me as if I was supposed to tell them what to do. As if they would actually listen and follow through. I stepped back from the group.
“I’m done doing the thinking for you. It’s your money, your vision. You figure out what you want to do. If you get your act together, I’ll help you. If you don’t, I’ll leave tonight. You decide.”
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