Daniel Goddard turned to the last page of the contract and studied it briefly,
then turned back to the front page. He noted each yellow sticky pad note and
compared the notations to the paragraphs they mentioned. Basically, the contract
was a standard Goddard contract, except where the notations indicated an
amendment. He studied it for one more second, then began signing. Finished, he
tossed the contract into the out-basket.
His hand went to one of the buttons, on the left side of his black,
mirrored desk. He pressed the button and stood, stretching his arms over his
"Yes sir," the voice came from all around him.
"Send a runner in for the Maxwell contract. I'm finished with it."
"Do I have any appointments today?" he asked, making his way to an
expensive golf bag leaning against the wall by the window. He took a golf ball
from the bowl on the window sill. He looked down into the city, 47 floors below,
before flipping a switch on the wall near his bag. The drapes closed, shutting
off the magnificent view. A white composite screen descended from the ceiling.
Low lights came on and a picture of a golf course flickered onto the screen.
He selected a driver from his bag, dropped the ball on the floor and took
a practice swing.
"You have an appointment with Patterson Electric at three," the voice said
from the walls around him. "They want to discuss a lawsuit with you."
Daniel swung at the ball. It collided with the screen with a terrible
impact. The screen swayed, then returned to it's original, undamaged condition.
The picture of a glowing white ball receded down the video fairway.
"For or against?"
"Against, sir. They are being sued over an improperly grounded power grid,
which is killing a farmer's cows."
"Tell them to settle," he said briefly, placing the ball back into it's
"Sir, shouldn't you speak to them first?"
"No need. They can delay for a while, but they will never win. They can't
prove their case and the judge will invariably rule against them. Court costs
and my fee will far outweigh the original costs, even if they win. Tell them to
"There is a young woman here. She says she must see you."
"Who is she?"
"She won't give her name."
"Is she sexy?"
"By the standards of some, perhaps."
"Do I detect a little jealousy, Miss. Mary Jean Martin?"
"Perhaps," she said in a coy voice.
"Very well. She must be special to get you so riled. Send her in."
"I could have security bundle her up like yesterday's garbage," Mary said
in an uncharistic catty voice.
IN THE MEMBERS SECTION