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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Eight: The Passenger Seat

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last update Date de publication: 2026-10-31 22:53:28

Sebastian

"I build companies," I said.

My chair scraped on the concrete as I stood. It was very loud. Twenty faces turned toward me. Francis sat in the front row with his thin hands folded. The bus driver still held his Sunday hat. Amelia did not let go of my hand.

"I started with one," I went on. "Then I joined it with another one. Now it has a few thousand people, and a board, and a report every quarter that says how we are doing."

I heard it as I said it. It sounded like a report.

"No," I sa
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