If only Peter had
agreed, things would have worked out better, and he would not
have had to unseat the young man from the company's top position.
As he loaded Joey's e-mail program, any pain he had felt at the
loss of his friendship with Peter was almost fully entombed now.
With e-mail, Matthew had been able to communicate with his secret
partner in Manhattan for the past two years, and he had been
looking forward to this day, to sending this message, for a long
time now.
He typed:
- - - - - - - - - -
TO: wharrell@icp.com
FROM: mlocke@wallaby.com
SUBJECT: STATUS
Today I was granted full support by the board of directors and
executive staff to take over all senior management
responsibilities at Wallaby, including the development of the
Joey Plus computer, which will be complete and ready for release
in three months.
I attempted to persuade Peter Jones to accept a position within
the company to oversee the development of our future products,
but my sense is he will not accept.
We will succeed regardless.
--Matthew
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He tapped the Send button, and a flashing message appeared
indicating that the e-mail was being transmitted.
Just then, his office door opened and he spun in his seat. It was
Laurence Maupin.
"Hello, Matthew. How are you holding up?"
Matthew leaned back in his seat, blocking the computer screen
with his upper body.
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