The Roadmap
Author: CosMik
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Sable was already at the table when he arrived, and she already had documents in front of her.

She looked up as he sat down. "You look like you slept."

"I did."

"Good. I didn't." She pushed one of the documents toward him. "This is the preliminary structure of what I'm calling Cross Energy Systems. Working name, you can change it. The capitalization table is on page three."

He looked at the document. Clean, direct, formatted for a person who reads quickly. He scanned to page three. The numbers
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