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From Dale’s spot in the rear, the meeting room sank like a shallow bowl. The bright lights over the presentation table in the bottom made the rest of the room seem dark. Behind the table hung a screen, ready to show his slides to whoever decided to stay.
Dale’s heart beat a little too fast, but after yesterday’s shocks it seemed that giving a talk wasn’t worth a shot of adrenaline. Too bad. That bright copper taste would beat the Sand and Putty Protein Bar that scummed his tongue.
Besides, he wouldn’t have a big crowd. As the panelists for the PAM talk rose from their chairs, most of the audience stood with them. Most of them would probably leave.
Right now, Dale needed to get up to the front of the room. He was as prepared for his presentation as he could be. He’d rehearsed it befo
