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the floor and a cartoon playing softly.
Thomas sat at the kitchen counter, phone in hand, and finally did what he hadn’t done the night before.
He called his accountant.
When the call ended, Thomas stared at the wall for a moment, feeling something unfamiliar settle in his chest.
Not the rush of closing a deal.
Not the pride of a win.
Something quieter.
Purpose.continue reading …
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