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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.
Julian, a human caffeine IV drip, was pacing.
"We're bleeding money," he barked. "Deadlines are
slipping. Clients are circling like sharks. We need
solutions. Now."
Solutions. The word hung in the air, heavy with
expectation. Billie felt a familiar wave of nausea wash
over her. This. This was one of her Trigger Points.
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