FUENTES STARES across the boardroom table. He's wearing a white shirt, sneakers and a neutral expression. There's no hint of which way he'll swing.
"You said you needed to talk," I wave my hand, "why don't you get to
it?"
He pushes his chair closer to the table. "The two months are up."
His words hit me with a small dose of shock. I wasn't keeping track of
the days. Didn't even realize.
"Is that why you're here?" I take a sip of the coffee my assistant brought in a moment ago. "To inform me of your decision?"
"Actually, I'm here to give you one last chance."
I regret giving this young pup so much power. Now, he's staring at me like he controls my world.
"You remember our agreement?" Fuentes says, rapping his knuckles on the table.
