Project Mermaid Novels & Stories

I asked, a little confused. Why is everyone acting with horror every time I bring up my projects? “You've lost it,” Indiana threw her hands up and spun around. “Taylor, I don't deal in body parts or I would've happily lent you a brain. Why the heck are you still treading down that path? Do you not realize what destruction your projects bring?” Rea inquired. “I haven't even told you what it's about yet,” I said incredulously. I knew that my projects were a disaster but their reaction was a bit too excessive.

The pitch deck arrives Monday morning at nine-fourteen. It is thirty-one slides, professionally designed, with a cover that reads: MERIDIAN HOSPITALITY PARTNERS — A Premium Experiential Investment Consortium, Barcelona & Lisbon. (Meridian — from the Latin meridianus, meaning 'of midday' — suggesting the highest point, the peak of achievement; a name chosen for a consortium whose entire premise is built on Valentina Serra's unacknowledged credibility)

Mercer suddenly leaned closer to the monitor. “Wait.” Knox immediately straightened. “What is it?” “I’m in.” The words settled quietly into the room. Mercer clicked through several folders rapidly before a new screen appeared filled with archived documents, photographs, medical reports, and sealed project files. PROJECT EVOLUTION INITIATIVE. Knox stared at the title. Mercer opened the first folder carefully. Rows of child profiles appeared across the screen. Photographs. Blood analysis. Genetic compatibility reports. Knox’s expression slowly changed the longer he looked.

They all worked as a team and spent countless hours training to perfect their techniques. Major cleared his throat and everyone immediately quieted down and stepped closer. “Ladies,” He eyed Keira. “And gents. We are very excited about the new changes that are coming. It is such an honor to have worked with all of you, and see the dedication and what we have achieved. For the first time in a long time, we have a chance to take back Meraki.