door. Her head remained down; only her eyes moved as her glance followed him from the door to her desk.
âHow have your âclassesâ been going with our quasi-resident teacher, Dylan?â she asked, a smirk creeping across her face.
âHis knowledge really is amazing. It would be an advantage to have him on the road show.â
Christine shook her head; an errant tress of hair swirled across her face from one side to the other. âNo. We agreed we did not want him on this trip.â
âI know, I know, Iâm just commenting on his knowledge. Did you know he has perfect recall? His mind compartmentalizes everything, and he can remember even the smallest details. Amazing.â Art pursed his lips as he thought about the two weeks he had spent with Dylan, learning all he could about mobile computing.
âYes, I do know about his memory. Thatâs one of the reasons we decided not to include him. Perhaps you should hone your own memory.â
Art took a deep breath as he considered her snide comment. âMy comments are rhetorical and donât require a response.â His annoyance with Christine showed, thinly veiled, throughout the conversation.
âWhat is it you want, Art? Iâm busy with my own preparations.â
âI got a call today about HyperfÅn. We need to make a decision about that proposal.â
Christine stopped tapping the keyboard and sat back in her chair. She raised her head and stared beyond Art at the back wall of her office. âI was surprised the proposal came to us from that source.â
Art nodded his head. He too had been surprised, but recognized the lucrative end of the proposal was too much to reject. âSo? Yes or no?â he asked.
Christine did not take more than a moment to reflect on the âlucrativeâ side of the proposal Art mentioned. Her answer was short and terse: âYes.â She returned her attention to the keyboard and the numbers that scrolled across the monitor screen.
Art smiled. âIâll pass that along.â
The sound of a cough at the door caught their attention, and they turned to see Tony standing in the doorway, fidgeting with a handful of papers.
âSorry to bother you, Christine, but Rich asked me to bring these to you. He would have sent them interoffice package, but he knew I would be returning to Boston on the shuttle this evening and asked me to bring them back with me.â He shuffled his feet and held the papers out toward her.
She snatched them from him, signed them, and shoved them back in his hand.
âThanks.â Tony turned and left the office with no further discussion.
âClose the door on your way out!â Christine demanded.
When the door closed, Art turned to Christine. âHow long do you think he was standing there?â
âI donât know, but Iâm sure even if he heard anything, our conversation was too general for him to suspect anything.â
âRight.â Art walked to the door and turned back to face her. âIâll take care of that matter today.â But he had already lost her attention.
* * *
April 19, 4:00 p.m. Boston
The road show fast approaching, Dylan sat in his office waiting for his three ex-partners to join him. After many long and harrowing hours, they found themselves in Boston with enough time between appointments to be together. While Dylan waited, he thought back over the past two weeks.
Dylan had shuttled back and forth between Boston and New York, spending long hours briefing Art on MobiCelusâs clients and on the state of the current, and emerging, mobile computing market.
He found Art to be a quick study, with an almost uncanny ability to pick out the latest buzzwords and use them to his advantage in a casual, conversational manner. But Dylan recognized one flawâthat Artâs knowledge of technology was mired in smoke and mirrors. Dylan wondered if Art would be able to answer detailed
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