Chapter 15

No greater army is ever forged than an army that is at one’s back by choice. A devotee will trump a slave any day. In all honesty, we should have understood that earlier than we did. After all, without each other, we’d have had nothing.

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There is no excuse for my behavior. I’ve been listening as both Mark and Devin tell me details that should be carefully considered, replied on, decided from, and yet all I can manage to relay into the phone are huffs and hmms and un-hunhs. Jimmy’s workspace is ready. His computer is humming diligently, and his fingertips are tapping away on his keyboard. Probably the updates on my contact list that I gave him. That being said, he could be destroying hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of company information for all I know. A wise man would pay more attention to what his new assistant is doing when that new assistant is granted access to company files, but who am I to suggest that I even know what wise is anymore.