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His eyes fall into slits as he squints. He scrolls through the message and then snaps back at me.
“You’re starting your company?” he asks. Out of everything I had said, everything I told him about Rosa, that is all he chooses to focus on? The company?
“What?” I respond, utterly befuddled that he could even ask that right now.
“It shows right here that you’re planning to start your company,” his voice drops and so does his countenance. His eyes begin to swirl with annoyance that matches the displeasure on his face.
“How can you be planning this and you didn’t even inform me?” he questions. Can he hear himself right now?
“Are you serious?”
“I’ve let a lot of your drama slide, but this is plain ridiculous!” His voice increases.
“I just told you that Rosa stole my idea, the plans
