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Chapter 12: Preparations
The next day Meredith met Karen, Greg and Mr. Hubert in the meeting room and they went over their ad campaign. Mr. Hubert sat for thirty minutes not saying a word just scrutinizing it in every way possible.
“And you didn’t make a backup?” He finally asked.
“No, sir. We thought it would better to risk a gamble on having more time to refine and polish one rather than work on two.”
“That was a good idea. Had anyone else done it I wouldn’t have agreed but the two of you are something else. Great work indeed.”
“Thank you, sir.” Meredith and Karen said in unison while Greg nodded in agreement.
“I want the three of you to spend as long as possible with the printers to
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