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all Longboard had to say.  I don't know if he tried to rescue my joke or if he was trying to make a point. 
                  "Malia, will you go ahead and start us off," said Longboard.  I felt a bit shafted.  I knew Malia would be opening up but every meeting had a round of introductions.  If the introductions were without me, Longboard did it on purpose.  Malia pulled the laptop closer to her.  And started off with her first slide.  I held my pen to my tablet and scribbled a word every so often.  I wasn't really paying attention.  My mind was working on the Rubik's Cube that Longboard had tossed me.  Less than twenty-four hours before, I was working late on my slides when he called me into his office to look at something .  He showed me a few new logo designs because he said our current logo of the skeleton key was fourteen years old and outdated.  While I was studying the designs, he put his hands around my waist and slid them down my butt.  And then he carried on.  And I ended up literally desk surfing.  Pretty much the only thing I said was for him to close his laptop.  It was on the table behind his desk and the little webcam bulb was pointed directly at us.  After that I didn't say much.  Longboard took off everything he needed to get at what he wanted.  And he was old school.  He actually unbuttoned my blouse carefully.  Having a guy respect the fact that you don't want to buy a new blouse is a bit sexy.  After that, I just rode the wave.
                  But he was acting like it was something he had to get out of his system, which clearly he did, because it was back to business as usual.  He wasn't bothered or bothered by me at all.  He didn't look in my direction once.  The nice thing about having Malia sitting between me and Longboard was that I didn't have to look up at the drop-down screen.  The thoughts in my mind were too heavy for my neck to hold my head up.  But I could just look at the laptop screen itself and pretend to be paying attention to what was said.  My ear drowned out Malia's voice.  I could only hear inflection points.  But staring at a computer screen felt like being in my quad without the privacy of being in my quad.  It was an explosive feeling.  I had to find a way to contain it.  Excusing myself wasn't an option because my presentation was next.  I wasn't about to jeopardize my standing with the committee or Longboard for sake of some lack of explanation eating at me.  Longboard was playing Boss.  So I decided to play badass investment marketing manager.  I refocused all that nervous energy into excitement.  I was about to get Longboard that phone call.  The investors wouldn't make a decision right away but they would remember what I gave them.  I had to give them enough to make them pick up the phone.  And that was the period on the sentence.  I wasn't worried about anything passed that.  I just funneled that energy into my presentation.  The energy was so backlogged I couldn't focus on anything else.  My side vision grew dark.  I just wanted to show Longboard I could keep my head in the game.  If it was some kind of challenge, he was going to get his and then some.
                  "And now I want to turn it over to our associate, Dawn Krizman," said Malia.   There was no applause.  It was a sit down meeting.  I'm sure the committee was surprised at an Asian-looking girl with the name Dawn Krizman.  It sounded like a white girl.  But my dad's Slovene last name and my mom's Pacific Islander and Chinese roots clashed like blonde hair and dark roots.  I know because I used to dye blonde.  I let the committee members go figure.  I was about to nail that presentation to the table.  And send Longboard a metaphor.  Malia turned the laptop in my direction.
                  "Thank you, Malia."  That was how I started off.  I didn't start like a regular slide show.  I started with the opposite of