Introduction: The Thirty Percent Solution

 Introduction: "The Thirty Percent Solution" (c) a new novel by William Kosman 


                                                     The Thirty Percent Solution



It seemed like such a great opportunity for magazine editor Mike Stein. But a new career with a prestigious management consultancy in New York held terrible consequences. 

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