Aaron

“You promised to get Dale Valemont on board with this project. If he’s not going to be part of it, then I’m backing out,” Henry Harris said over the phone, his tone final.

“Mr. Harris, we can still—”

Harris hung up on me.

“Damn it!” I cursed, raking a hand through my hair. Leaning forward against the living room couch, I picked up the can of beer on the table and took another gulp.

I was on the verge of losing a huge contract deal without Dale Valemont, and the tension was starting to get to me.

“What did I usually do when faced with a problem like this?”...