CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
FRIDAY, JULY 12, 2024 11:30am
Three Years Ago
He was breathless and sweating when he entered the room. Unbecoming, but so typical of Adam Spencer. Cynthia reminded herself, again, that some resources, though aggravating, were still necessary.
“He’s gone,” Spencer said, dropping into the chair in front of her. “Marcus is out.”
Spencer’s flare for the dramatic was never tarnished by reality. Cynthia learned early to ignore his exuberance and read the base message. This one sounded important.
“Helkar is leaving Trident?”
“Yes. He told us this morning. He was vague, but,” Adam hesitated, pulling a tablet from his coat pocket, referring to notes, always so eager to please. “Here it is,” he continued. “He suggests the constraints of commercialization were too great. He ha
