CHAPTER 12
Done.
Sam regarded the printed text on the stark white paper with a critical eye. It was utter nonsense, but that’s what Kleinschmidt wanted. So that’s what he was going to get.
If nothing else, Rinaldi would be a fan. Maybe he should be aiming for a career in marketing.
He scowled.
No, never.
He slipped the paper into a file folder and shoved it a…



