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Brain Chip Dip

A CEO of a tech firm must decide.

By Skyler SaundersPublished 12 months ago 1 min read
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Brain Chip Dip
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“Something’s happened to the stock,” Grafton Grale mentioned. He turned the screen to his superior. A black man named Kingfisher Tole, he headed the firm that produced microchips for brain research.

His eyes looked at where the stock fell for the afternoon just hours before the closing bell on the Wilmington Stock Exchange (WiSE).

“We can sell right now and still make a decent profit, sir,” Grale announced.

“I’ll be goddamned if I sell. We’re going to hold. We’re supposed to keep this company together. If we sell now, we’re going to be headed for the ash heap,” Tole said.

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About the Creator

Skyler Saunders

I’ve been writing since I was five-years-old. I didn’t have an audience until I was nine. If you enjoy my work feel free to like but also never hesitate to share. Thank you for your patronage. Take care.

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