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Chapter 4
Son of a b***h! Joel Anderson didn’t say the words aloud. He didn’t, he prayed, show even the tiniest crack in his calm and professional exterior. But while he managed to maintain appearances on the outside, the seething roil of anger inside wanted nothing more than for him to leap to his feet and wipe the smirk off the face of one Charles Myers IV with a well-placed punch to the nuts. Well, that and he wanted to vomit. Neither of those two options were on the table. He was in the middle of the biggest client meeting to date in his not so long and not so illustrious career, and even if the foundation of both his world and his presentation just collapsed, he couldn’t fall apart now. Not if he wanted to play ball with the big boys. Joel ignored the violent churning of his gut and forced
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