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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWO
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Robert was in Dave's office at 8 AM and shut the door.

Dave looked up from his screen. He read Robert's face in the way he read everything about Robert quickly, precisely, without a show of reading. What he saw motivated him to set down his pen.

He waited.

Robert sat across from him.

He did not lead up to it. He did not contextualize it or explain it or make it a statement that led up to it. He did not say it as he said things that were determined and certain.

Dave stared at him.

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