Adams was now looking out a window beside Bill Squire's desk. His palms were moist and his lips dry. He tried to put his thoughts together, but his mind just seemed to race. SQUIRE: Jack, did...? ADAMS: Yeah, yeah – I heard you. [Folds his arms] You know, Bill, you’re new to this district, and perhaps there is something you need to realize. I've worked for this company for 15 years and I think if you check the records, I've always been a pretty good sales rep – no, I'd say one of the best. I work…
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