Our entertainment included sound systems, a dartboard and a table tennis table. The inner programmer was catered for ina well equipped galley kitchen....The walls were covered in white boardswhere we mapped out our ideas.I started finding as much as I could about Justin's companies.Initially, I had thought that Justin's software company was his onlyregistered company. Not so, it was a subsidiary of a bigger company andhe appeared to have directorships of several other companies. The nextthing was. Adnan ne daikha ke mein underwear mein hoon tau wo bhi sirf underwear mein merey sleeping bag mein ghuss gaya….mera sleeping bag bara tha…kooch dair baatein idher udher ki kerte rahey…uske baad mujhey neend aaney lagi…mein ney Adnan se kaha“Adnan…abb sojaoo…mujhey neend aarahi hai”Mujhey neend kahan se aati….kerwattey badal raha tha… mujhey daikh ker Adnan ne kaha“Kia baat hai Zaryab…aapko neend nahi aarahi hai…chaley mein aapka badun dabadeita hoon…phir shayed neend aajaye”Yeh keh ker Adnan. Muller speaks up, “Perhaps we were a bit too hasty.”Gran hasn’t gotten up yet. I’m not sure if she is stunned that I would end this meeting before we got down to business or if she understands what is going on and is just sitting there amused. She has a good poker face, so it is difficult to tell. I don’t sit before I address them.“I fired my patent lawyer, despite being the best patent lawyer in the province, simply because he couldn’t show me respect. He underestimated me because in his eyes. ' But all she did was turn off the monitor and put her hands over her eyes.It was 7:06 when she lifted her head again. She stared at the clock as it ticked over. 7:07 now. She spat out the now-dead pop-o-mint gum and opened the MPC program. She intended to delete the whole program, but held back at the last. It wasn't its mistake, it was mine. She called up her own profile and typed a simple instruction: 'Do not think of Lattrell Corvos or the high school hostage situation until tomorrow.