Chapter 391: Chicken Soup

"Wayne, come on. Don't mope like that," Joseph Jub said, trying to lighten the mood. "Look at you, all wilted. Where'd that fire from this morning go?" They had barely stepped out of Propel Group's front doors when Wayne Heyland's shoulders slumped even lower. His head stayed down as Joseph kept talking beside him, tossing out one consolation after another. That negotiation had hit Wayne hard. It was not just the deal falling through. It was the ugly clarity of it, too, the gap between him and...