Murray quickly reviewed the situation and called the project manager.

"Terminate them. Every single one."

"What? Are you serious?" The manager thought he must have misheard.

These were the company's top priority projects, some on the verge of paying off. And now they were being axed out of the blue?

"Did I stutter?" Murray's voice was icy.

"No, sir."

"Is it really that tough to get?"

"...Not exactly."

"Then what's the issue?"

The manager was sweating bullets. "Mr. Sherwood, I just don't understand..."

"You don't need to understand. Just do it."

...

Shutting down over twenty projects and figuring out how to minimize the losses-all of it was concrete and challenging.

Murray finished, it

the city lights a distant haze. He remembered how she stood by him, ready

let all

echoed

in many forms, but the hardest to swallow is when everyone tells you how great a woman you lost. Before, they

the living room all empty and quiet. What was he

he had met

golden rays of

up

bothering

Madge. After eating she slipped

morning, she took a detour to the market

and Madge woke up, not only was breakfast ready, but fresh

"Around 6:30."

"That early?"

clock just wakes

the meat and vegetables.

Rosded. "The pork ribs

looked

Dad, how about. have braised

great! I'll take care

knock at

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