Boomer was the name he’d picked up in the mailroom back when he’d started. He stared at the glass door where they’d etched his name just that morning. There was no limit to where he could go from here, given his rocket ride to CTO.
“At the rate he’s going, he’ll be running the whole company by 2020.” Daleen held up a glass and the dozens of well-wishers crowded into his new office cheered.
He had good friends.
Which was what made it so hard to do what he had to do next.
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