"L. E. Modesitt - A House By Any Other Name" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)

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"George, That was a Magnificent End Run. You understand why we couldn't afford to Make a
Touchdown, don't you?"

George understood all too well.

"And I think that you should handle the Housing and Export Portfolios from now on, as well as acting as
a consultant to Perron Riccardo on Banking and Labor. You have Handled a Sticky Situation Quite
Tactfully."

James Boulin Chartwell, III poured himself a glass of One Hundred Percent Pure Mineral Water and
took a small sip. He looked at George.

"Will you join me in a glass?"

George declined tactfully.

The Not Quite So Junior Staff Economist had barely collapsed behind his desk when the viewer buzzed.

"All right, how? Just how?" It was Gus Bargunn from Union Negotiating. He looked green.
George settled back in his chair to enjoy himself.

"Really want to know, Gus?"

"Yeah, how did you ever get Weasilin to sign that... that..."

"You take me to lunch, I'll explain." George was not hungry, but principle was principle.

"All right, the Burr Room at twelve thirty."

Gus was waiting at the table, impatiently chomping on a cheese stick. George sat down.

"A drink, sir?" intruded the red coated waiter.

"Coke, fresh lime, please."

"Another Scotch and water," demanded Gus, "and send the waitress around."

"Yes, Mr. Bargunn."

"Know you here, Gus?"

"I'm here often enough. Now how did you get old Weasilin at Headquarters to sign that agreement?"

"I promised him more jobs for construction workers."

"Are you ready to order, gentlemen?"