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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
Chapter 3:
Trigger Point Zero
The meeting room was a pressure cooker. Polished
mahogany table. Glaring fluorescent lights. And
around it, the faces. Grim. Determined. Hungry.
Billie sat at the edge, notepad in hand, heart
hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Project
Phoenix. Again.
Mark, her boss, a human caffeine IV drip, was
pacing. "We're bleeding money," he barked, his voice
sharp enough to cut glass. "Deadlines are slipping.
Clients are circling like sharks. We need solutions.
Now."
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