CHAPTER 12
Jerry’s face was ashen when he entered the meeting room.
“Glad you decided to join us,” Earl said with a smirk.
“Cut the crap. I’m not in the mood.” Jerry sat with a plop, put his arms on the table, and his forehead over his hands.
“This is really professional behavior. May I take a picture to show to the board of directors?” Mark chimed in. He looked clean-cut and just out of the shower, but a hint of redness lingered on his cheeks. I wonder what got under his skin. It doesn’t take much.
“By all means go for it,” Jerry answered with a wave of his hand. “I should insist on being there though, so maybe you want to explain to me and them why the house behaves like a freaking sunflower.” Jerry sat up straight, waiting to catch any twist on his opponents’ faces.
Earl purposely
