"I see," William said. "Has there been any communication between
the two of you? A letter? An e-mail?"
"None."
"Hmm."
"Why do you ask? Is there a concern?"
"Well, it's more a curiosity than a concern really. Nothing to
worry about. What's he doing now?"
"He's been in seclusion in Maine, at his vacation home. He still
owns a large amount of Wallaby stock," Matthew added in an
attempt to reassure the other man.
"Yes, well, that's no guarantee, is it." William said. It was not
a question. He removed his glasses and lightly massaged his
eyelids. "What I'm wondering about is the same thing I was
curious about when I first contacted you, proposing this
venture."
"Which is?" Matthew asked, fully knowing the reason before
William delivered the words.
"My biggest - " William started, but then paused abruptly to
select his choice of words. "My initial motivation for wanting
Wallaby was, of course, Jones's product in the pipeline, the
Joey. And what is the Joey, really, but the physical evidence of
Jones's vision? So naturally, I'm curious about what he's up to,
now that he's not spending his time at Wallaby."
This concern had never occurred to Matthew, and apparently his
expression said as much.
"Matthew, don't worry, it's not going to change our arrangement,"
William said. "We want Wallaby, and especially the Joey
technology.
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