Hello? Hello, is this Mike? Yeah. Who’s this? I talked to Scott earlier and your number’s on here. You do realize it’s three in the morning. Yeah. So this better be good. I want to know about the team. *rustle* What do you want to know? How many people do… Continue reading
Mike let the hot spray of the shower caress the back of his neck as he put his hands on the wall, leaning forward. He closed his eyes, trying both to focus and to relax. Tag had taken him, and, as usual, he enjoyed it. Scott knew this happened sometimes,… Continue reading
Reynard Johansson, the CEO of Textron, Inc., did not like mysteries. He tapped his chin at the report that was on the screen. Derrick Larsson was a genius, at least according to his school records. He had worked a few odd jobs in tech, nothing spectacular, mostly R&D. But then… Continue reading
Mike opened the front door of the house he was staying at and came face to face with the guy from the bar. “Good evening to you,” Mike said. Tomas had an entourage. “Wanna come in?” “Were you just going out?” “No.” “Then why did you open the door?” “A… Continue reading