He stood and adjusted his suit jacket so that his body didn't betray his shameful weakness. He walked toward her and sat informally on the edge of her desk. "Why make a product when you can make dollars? Right this second, I'm earning millions in interest off money I don't even have."It gets better.He gestured to his floor-to-ceiling windows, a symbol of his productive ability and goodness.

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Posted by: Jay | December 01, 2008 at 09:55 PM