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CHRISTOPHER
The problems kept stacking up. I had to think about how to get Emma out of the trip with her parents, when all I really needed to be thinking about was how to solve the difference of opinions between myself and my potential clients.
“We’re talking about a few cents, guys,” I told the gentlemen, who wouldn’t budge a penny on their offer.
Sebastien showed up, coming in only a couple of minutes late. “Sorry, everyone. I got tied up.” He took the seat at the other end of the table, and I let him have the floor. I was tired of trying to get the men to understand my reasoning.
“I’m going to take a break. I’ll be back in a little while, Sebastien.” I left the room, feeling worn out.
I had a stack of problems in front of me and no idea how to handle any of them—except for the
