Eight
Max strolled the familiar halls at Tiluma, the Edwardian building’s open-air design the same as when he’d first viewed this place with Luke so many years ago. The same could be said of the bare brick entrance and modern gray carpets. Only now, a sickening, roiling feeling overran his former positive associations.
Since he wanted to believe he’d changed in those last four years, he refused to ask Luke to bail him out of trouble. He’d offer something instead, the one thing he still contributed to this company, the one thing he was truly good at besides swimming. App ideas.
For each idea the Tiluma board accepted, he got a nice pay out in exchange for signing over his intellectual rights. A pay out for just one or two good ideas would be enough to settle his current debt and then som
