Regan faced the engineers and fought to keep the annoyance from reaching his face. "What did you call it?" "POS." Brenda's bubbly demeanor was reflected in a

Regan faced the engineers and fought to keep the annoyance from reaching his face. "What did you call it?" "POS." Brenda's bubbly demeanor was reflected in a little dance that she did while saying each letter in an almost singsong pattern. "You ..." Regan stops fighting his instincts, takes off his glasses, bows his head, and pinches his nose. "All of you understand that we can't call it that." The rest of the engineers stood silently and without movement. They have to have planned it this way. He should have known something was up from the moment he walked in here. "Why's that?" Brenda tilts her head to the side. "Because it stands for piece of ..." "Point of sale." Brenda blurts out before Regan can finish. Regan slowly puts his glasses back on. "Is the POS going to be completed by the deadline?" He forces the words out through a clenched jaw. Brenda remains still with wide eyes and a frozen smile on her face. The rest of the room nods that the deadline will be met. "Then fine." Regan leaves; they can make the deadline then they can have their stupid little name.