Ninety Percent of Atlas Dynamics

“You really don’t know, do you?” I asked quietly. “Don’t do that,”

she snapped. “Don’t be cryptic. Explain how you can possibly own ninety percent of

Atlas Dynamics when you’ve been unemployed for three years.” “Unemployed?” I repeated,

letting the word linger. It had followed me for years, whispered behind

smiles, but never thrown at me like this. “That’s what you think I’ve been

doing? Sitting around while you bring home the bacon?” She scoffed.

“Well, what else would you call it?” Her voice rose just enough to draw curious

glances from people crossing the lobby. I stepped closer, lowering my tone. “I’d call it building