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Barry’s Confrontation:
Author: Lonely Wolf
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The pressure inside Keith 's office was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“You made a promise, Keith l,” said the older shareholder, his voice booming around the office.

“One month to lift our stock. What do we see instead? Decline, uncertainty, and silence.”

Keith’s jaw clenched. He stayed in place behind the hulking desk,

fingers hovering over the Montblanc pen that, like him, has remained untapped for hours.

The morning briefing just ended and somehow he was in trouble yet again.

“Trust me I am not blind sir Gilmore,” Keith answered, taking a moment to control the tremors in his tone.

“But unlike you, I don’t choose to react to numbers with vague outlines. There’s acquisitions in motion”

“Excuses. Pure excuses,” Gilmore interjected.

“That was you boasting at the shareholders meeting, trust me. Give me a month, you said. Well guess what Keith, your month’s up.”

The scoff from Keith's mouth stayed stuck on his lips, until he was interrupted by the soft hum of his desk phon
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