“Gentlemen.” Joel stood confidently at the side of the whiteboard and gestured at the binders in front of each man seated at the table. “I’d like to thank you for coming together once again on such short notice. As you see, we’ve taken a bold step forward with the direction of the Reynolds Industries proposal.”
Triumph sang through Joel’s veins as he noted the reactions like a shark smelling blood in the water. He especially savored the stunned look on Charles’s face as those present absorbed his opening statement.
“How in the world? You were holding out on us, Charles,” the director of Reynolds Industries accused. The red in his face increased along with what Joel hoped was his blood pressure. “You told me you wouldn’t have anything solid for at least a month.”
“Whatever Mr. Myers may
