He appraised his young assistant
appreciatively as she flipped through a manila file folder. She
looked at him.
"How about some lunch?" she asked, closing the folder.
"Sure. What are you up for?"
"You pick."
"I haven't had sushi in a while."
Laurence wrinkled her nose. "Hmm. I've somehow managed to avoid
sushi all these years. Well, I guess it's time I tried it."
"You'll love it," he said, escorting her out of his office. To
his secretary Eileen, he said, "We're going next door for lunch."
They boarded the elevator. "I'm curious as to why the executive
staff pulled together for a meeting this afternoon," Matthew
said. "No one has indicated a problem or situation of any sort to
me."
"Perhaps it's to congratulate you on the fact that the Joey II is
shipping two months ahead of schedule, with thousands of orders
waiting to be filled."
"Maybe," he said, without conviction. "But we usually don't call
together an executive staff meeting without some prior notice.
And I'm usually the one to call them."
They crossed the Wallaby parking lot and walked along the
sidewalk. "Who did call this one?" she asked.
He stopped in his tracks, and looked at her. "You know, I don't
know," he said with mild astonishment. "I hadn't thought about it
until you just asked. I suppose it was Hank Towers."
"Well, I can't imagine it being anything but good.
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