Before Rachel could say anything, Eric started to yell at me. "Drop the act, Zachary!" he barked.I turned toward him and said, "Keep your voice down, Mr. Lawson. You'll scare off your brand-new Maserati."His expression darkened. Lisa, on the other hand, simply lowered her head and pretended to be invisible.Rachel pulled out a chair and took a seat. "Explain," she demanded.I sat back down and responded, "I developed the first version of Stormshield while participating in an open-source competition during my second year of community college. After I joined Stellar Technologies, I built the enterprise version on top of the original framework."Eric scoffed. "The company paid you, and you developed it on a company computer. Naturally, the end-product should belong to the company," he said."I'm not a company employee, though." I shrugged. "You said that yourself."Eric was at a loss for words. Rachel shot him a look. She didn't look particularly angry, but she managed to
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