Chapter 2 - THE COLD RAIN AND THE HOT LEAD

The rain outside the restaurant was freezing, soaking through my worn navy suit in seconds. I didn't look back at the glowing windows where Evelyn was likely already sipping Jason's expensive champagne. I walked for hours until my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was an unrecognized number.
"Mark Evans?" a gravelly voice asked.
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"Speaking."
"My name is Silas Thorne. I run a private equity firm out of New York. I just got my hands on the discarded patents for your Helian micro-grid project." There was a pause. "Your former board was full of idiots. This tech isn't a science fair project. It's a goldmine. Are you ready to get back to work?"