'
"Still there?" she asked, giving him an opportunity to comment.
"Go on."
She continued immediately. "'Locke has expressed great
confidence in Jones's ability to drive Wallaby to the position of
technology leader in the desktop computer and personal
interactive assistant industry.'" When she finished reading
Matthew's statement, she paused. "Is that suitable?"
"Yes. That's fine. Thank you."
"If you'd like to conduct any phone interviews with key press
constituents, I'll need to know that now so I can make
arrangements."
"No. None. What you've done is fine for all parties."
He waited to be sure she was through, then said, "Thank you,
Laurence." Before taking her call he had been eager to be alone
so he could mentally review his plan, but now he felt oddly
unwilling to end their conversation. Something about her voice,
the words about him spoken so decidedly, was having a softening
effect on his anxious mood.
"Listen," he said, "when this settles down, let's spend some time
together to work on my strategy for the press and Wallaby's new
PR plans."
"Absolutely."
"Great. And thanks again," he said. With nothing left to discuss,
he said good-bye. As he moved the phone from his ear he heard her
call his name. "Yes?"
"I almost forgot," she said, slightly exasperated. "Where do you
get your car serviced?"
"My car?" Matthew said, a little dumbfounded.
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