The second review session ran later than the first, past six, the building emptying out around them until the only sound left in the hallway was the occasional distant thud of a door somewhere below. They'd finished the technical work an hour ago — the revenue restructuring solid now, the panel presentation outline nearly complete — and had drifted, without either of them quite deciding to, into a conversation that had stopped being about the model at all.
"Tell me about the second pilot site," he said, leaning back in his chair, legal pad abandoned. "Not the numbers. What it was actually like, being there when the battery housing failed the second time."
"You want the version that's not in the deck."
"I want the version that's true. I get enough polished decks. I don't get enough true.
