CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
(part one)
Tres was walking to the door when Celia’s VC friend stuck his head in the door.
“We’re ready to talk to you.”
Tres, Aden and Sam filed out after the venture capitalist. Jacob stood from his desk then weaved. He plopped back down in his chair. Blane held Jacob’s nitroglycerin spray out to him.
“I’m all right,” Jacob said. “Just tired.”
“You look like crap,” Blane said. “Take your spray and don’t be such a martyr. Did you eat today?”
Spraying the nitroglycerin under his tongue, he shook his head.
“You’re such an idiot,” Blane said.
Jacob laughed. Using the desk, he pushed to standing.
“Come on,” Blane said. “They’re waiting for us. You just have to get through this then flop on your fluffy bed with your beloved. I’ll even drive you home.”
“That’s a deal,” Jacob said.
“One more thing,” Blane said. He stuffed two Nutter Butter cookies into Jacob’s mouth. “Chew.”
Seeing only concern in Blane’s eyes, Jacob did what he was told.
“I look that bad?”
“You look like I do when I have the ribavirin shots,” Blane said. Stopping at the door to the conference room, he said, “Whatever these guys say, we’ll be fine. I know you’ll figure something out.”
Jacob nodded to Blane then followed him into the conference room. The first thing he noticed was the laughing chatting venture capitalists. The next thing he noticed was Sam coming to hug him.
“It’s settled,” Sam said.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow….