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Saturday, April 14th, 12:30PM; the Watergate Hotel
James Matumbo walked into the restaurant and looked around. He noticed a hand raised languidly from a table by the window, and headed over. When he reached it, he looked down at the younger man sitting there, who was looking up at him questioningly.
"Partial success only, I'm afraid. I couldn't get her to leave Tracy Industries. In fact, when I arrived, she said she was working on a special project for them. She has this crazy idea that she can continue her computer work as long as she desires."
"Did she actually say no? And what about the virus? The one we planted in another Tracy employee's computer hasn't yielded anything of value yet, and it's been several days. Oh, sit down, man. I'll strain my neck if I keep looking up at you much longer."
James sat down and a waiter walked over to take his drink order, and the other man requested a refill. When he was gone, James replied, "She didn't use the word 'no', but she made it pretty clear she liked working for them and had no plans to leave. As far as the virus is concerned, it's planted."
"And she has no idea about what you did? She didn't catch you?"
"Well, she almost did, but I took the precaution of having one of those offline games that come with all computers up and running. She did come in while I was there, but I told her I played those games to control my gambling habit. And I was able to get the CD out of her terminal when she wasn't looking."
"And she bought that explanation?" the other man asked incredulously.
"She swallowed it hook, line, and sinker. Never even blinked. She may be good with computers, but in spite of the fact that she knows a little about my somewhat checkered past, she'll believe anything I tell her."
The other man made a sound of disbelief, then turned and picked up the menu. James followed suit, and when the waiter returned with the drinks, they were ready to order their meal. For the next hour, they chatted about nothing in particular and enjoyed their food. When the waiter took their dishes away and laid a folder with the bill on the table, the younger man took it and said to James, "All right. I'll assume for now that you are right and everything is going according to plan. But you had better be right. The rest of my family isn't as forgiving as I am." He studied the bill for a few moments, then took out his wallet, pulled some money from it and laid the cash in the folder.
As the two men headed to the door, James said, "Don't worry. I'm sure she'll come around. And when she does, just think of how much she can contribute to your company. You'll be able to learn just about anything about Tracy Industries you want to know. She can show you how to get into their computers. And even if she doesn't do so right away, that virus will give you information now."
They were exiting the building by this time, and James noticed a limousine pulled up in front of it. The rear door was open and the scent of an exotic perfume wafted out toward them. "Giles, come on. We don't want to be late, do we?"
He leaned in. "Ah, my dear. Prompt as ever, and more beautiful than before, if that is possible. Don't worry. They wouldn't dare leave without us. One moment."
He straightened up and said, "You'd better pray that it does, Mr. Matumbo, or the next time we meet might not be so pleasant."
Before James could formulate a response, Giles Hightower got into the limousine and the chauffeur closed the door. A minute later, it glided away from the curb.
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