Jeanne moved her tray aside as well and clasped his hand with her own; Gene followed suit immediately. The three of them gazed into each other’s eyes. Jeanne heard the melody; Rob saw the dead kickball; Gene felt the heartbeat. Gradually, they smiled. It wasn’t nearly that bad.
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“Personal how?” Phillip pushed the empty salad plate aside as the waiter laid his ravioli plate before him. He concentrated on Chloe, wary not to let the heavenly smell of the rich food distract him too much.
“Thank you,” Chloe said to the waiter; she had a plate of shrimp linguini before her. “It’s got to do with the candidate process. When you came on board, you had some harsh things to say about how it was being funded,” she added.
“Well, yeah,” Phillip said. “The process has a lot of ways it could have been monetized, and instead we’re relying on the core business to buoy it up. At least we could have taken some creative liberties with the investor queries.”
“That’s the core of the problem,” Chloe said. “Daniel still doesn’t think that’s the right way to do it. And unfortunately, we’re in a bind now that we might not get a chance to try it your way anyway.”
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