3 2 I drank.
The water tasted like water.
An hour after, we knew we were successful.
Chuck was leaning forward in his metal folding chair. "I'm not just speaking on my own here..." His eyes were canvasing the room.
"I, I can't believe you want to put all our work up for a bidding war."
"We knew you'd be mad."
"Oh, all forgiven then."
Ted said, "Grow up. It's not fair you're holding us hostage to a naive pact."
"You wait till after I perfected it?"
"Don't turn this is on us, because you stopped paying attention to what everyone wanted."
"Blame me for missing out on your signals." I raised my voice, too emotional, it cracked. "I can't believe you're cutting me out, who solved this? "
"No one is cutting you out, you'll get your share of the profits..."
"You know how much that means to me."
"What do you want us to do with them?"
Once alone. I sat indian style, hunched over, forearms chattering. How did I miss this? Fix this. Itchy.
If I couldn't get them I couldn't convince anyone.