SyntheticChapter 41
The creaks of real leather as the executives shifted in their chairs. All of them were nervous - the last time a full board meeting had been called, the company had recalled five of their lines. It'd been expensive, messy ... and bad publicity. Those in the upper echelon expected to be warned if CISH was going to make a fuss. Nic sat at the far end of the table, in a seat that had been brought out of storage. He doubted it'd ever graced the surface of a living creature. More likely, it'd...