Such a commute would be trivial, for with ICP's takeover, the
issue of highway miles would disappear and he would do his work
on his rides between office and residence in the chauffeured
limousine he would be entitled to.
A rush of elation coursed through him, and he decided to go for a
run. Besides, it was too early to leave, and a run would pass the
time until he had to get ready and meet William Harrell at the
announcement.
He placed his glass in the sink and left the kitchen, changed
into sweats. He needed to be at the hall by nine o'clock. He tied
his sneaker and stretched through a few warm-up exercises, then
collected his house keys.
Just as he was about to leave, the telephone rang.
He checked his jogging watch and picked up the handset. It was
William Harrell. They exchanged greetings, and William asked
Matthew if they could meet for breakfast before the announcement.
"I was just going to go out for a run, but sure."
"Go for your run," William told him. "I'll meet you at the Good
Earth restaurant at seven-fifteen."
"Will do," Matthew said, and asked William what was so pressing
that they needed to meet before the event.
But William had already hung up, leaving Matthew do presume that
his business partner probably wanted to go over a few last-minute
details before the big show.
Although he had no way of knowing it, he had presumed correctly.
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