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here if he could.   But he’s tired.”
    And
Walt, whose attention span was no greater than any other child his age,
returned his attention to the movie.

 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
    CHAPTER SIX

 
    Brandy
Clarke walked through the revolving doors of the mighty Harber Industries
feeling as if she was out of her depth, but she kept walking anyway and headed
for the reception desk.   The
receptionist, a pleasant woman on the verge of plumpness, greeted her as she
arrived.
    “Welcome
to Harber Industries,” she said.   “How
may I assist you?”
    Brandy
swallowed hard.   She wasn’t quite sure
how she would handle this, but she knew she had to be blunt.   “I’m here to see the president,” she said.
    The
receptionist was immediately doubtful.   “The president?”
    “Yes,
ma’am.   Former President Dutch Harber.”
    “Do
you have an appointment with the president?”
    Brandy
hesitated.   “No,” she said.   “But he’ll be wanting to see me.”
    The
receptionist smiled.   This straggly
haired southern slip of a girl couldn’t possibly have an appointment with
President Harber.   “And why would he want
to see you, ma’am?” she asked her.
    Brandy
braced herself.   “I’m his mistress,” she
said.   “He’ll be wanting to see me.”
    The
smile immediately left the receptionist face, and she became suddenly
flustered.   She didn’t know what to
do.   This was a first for her.   She knew the woman could be some crackpot or
worse.   But she also, incredibly, could
be the real deal.   She glanced at the
security people in the lobby, but she wasn’t sure if she should share such
sensitive information with them.   She
therefore asked Brandy to have a seat, and telephoned her supervisor.

 
    Christian
Bale sat at the head of the conference table in his office and went over the
week’s manifest with Dutch’s assistants.   As Dutch’s chief of staff, Christian was responsible for making sure all
of the other assistants worked closely, not only with each other, but also with
the senior management staff that supported the former president.   They arranged all of his meetings and
speaking engagements and appearances on television chat shows.   They coordinated his meetings and duties to
his own company.   Dutch’s time was valuable,
and Christian’s job was to make sure they were not wasting a moment of it with
poor planning and execution.
    But
his intercom buzzed in the middle of his meeting.   He pressed it.   “Yes, Win, didn’t I tell you I was in a
meeting?”
    “It’s
not Wendy, Chris,” the voice on the other end said.   “It’s Vera.”
    Vera
supervised the support staff, the secretaries and receptionists.   Why would she be calling him?   “Yes, what is it?” he asked, confused.
    “Am I
on speaker?” she asked.   “If I am, take
me off.”
    Christian
hesitated, and then picked up the telephone.   “You’re off,” he said.
    “There’s
a young woman here, a Miss Brandy Clarke, who claims to be . . .”
    “She
claims to be what?”
    “She
claims, quite frankly, to be the president’s girlfriend.”
    Christian
frowned.   “What?”
    “She
says she’s the president’s girlfriend, Chris.   She’s downstairs, at the reception desk, making this claim.”
    “Where
are you?”
    “Down
here with her.”
    “Stay
down there,” Christian ordered.   “Don’t
have her talking to anyone else or explaining anything to you.   It’s probably nonsense, but just to be sure.”
    “I
understand.”
    “I’ll
get back with you.”
    Christian
then hung up the phone, his face unable to shield his concern.   Then he looked at Jeff, his assistant.   “Review the rest of the agenda with the
staff,” he said.   “I’ll be back as soon
as I can.”
    “Will
do, Chris,” Jeff said, and Christian left his office.
    He
took the elevator to the top floor, to the Office of the President of Harber
Industries, who also happened to be the former President of