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. The young men called him "Thor" instead of "Rudbek" and called Leda "Slugger." They treated him with familiar respect, and showed interest in the fact that he had been in the Guard and had visited many worlds; but they did not press personal questions. Thorby volunteered little, having learned his lesson.
But he began to tire of fun. A Gathering was wonderful but a working man expects to work.
The matter came to a head. A dozen of them were skiing and Thorby was alone on the practice slope. A man glided down and snowplowed to a stop. People hopped in and out at the estate's field day and night; this newcomer was Joel de la Croix.
"Hi, Thor."
"Hi, Joe."
"I've been wanting to speak to you. I've an idea I would like to discuss, after you take over. Can I arrange to see you, without being baffled by forty-'leven secretaries?"
"When I take over?"
"Or later, at your convenience. I want to talk to the boss; after all, you're the heir. I don't want to discuss it with Weemsby . . . even if he would see me." Joe looked anxious. "All I want is ten minutes. Say five if I don't interest you at once. 'Rudbek's promise.' Eh?"
Thorby tried to translate. Take over? Heir? He answered carefully, "I don't want to make any promises now, Joel."
De la Croix shrugged. "Okay. But think about it I can prove it's a moneymaker."
"Ill think about it," Thorby agreed
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