The tension was thick. It hung in the room like the humidity after a July thunderstorm in Austin. Heads swung to the front door anytime someone walked in. As two days turned to four and then five, their anxiety level waned.
A full week after Rick’s Omega presentation, the silhouette of Todd darkened the front door. The hum of the fluorescent lights was deafening as Todd made for Rick’s office.
“We need to talk.”
Rick motioned to his door. “Shut the door and sit down.”
“No thanks. I’ll stand.”
Todd closed the frosted glass door behind him. He stood in front of Rick’s desk.
Rick reclined in his leather, high-back chair behind the desk and crossed his arms.
“Do you care to explain where you’ve been the past ten days? Your disappearance cost us the Omega account.”
Todd put his hands in his pockets and looked at the floor. “I needed some time to think.”
“During a presentation to the largest client we’ve pitched in a half dozen years? You know we present best as a team.”
“That’s what I was thinking about.”
“Thinking about what?”
Todd took a step toward Rick and put both hands on his desk. He leaned in, “Rick, this isn’t working out.
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