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NICOLAS…

Douglas clears his throat and I finally force my attention back to the half-a-dozen board members sitting along the table in front of me. They are all looking at me expectantly and as I haven’t been listening; I have no clue as to what they are looking at me for. The male next to me says,

“Nicolas, it may be Monday, but you need to focus. Do you agree with the new proposal or not?”

He flicks his eyes down to the paper in front of me; I lean forward and skim over the typed words before looking at all the other males in front of me; I pick up my pen and go over the paper again. I cross some things out and put other things in I then pass it to the male next to me as I say,

“I have made a few changes that would make this proposal better. Go over them and we will put the new changes to a vote this afternoon.”

I then stand and walk out of the meeting room. I, however, walk straight into Annalise. The pile of papers in her hands goes flying. I grab her arms, preventing her from