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. She kept him happy, just as I told her to. That's quite a girl, Thorby. Better option her."
Five minutes later Thorby, shaking and white, got up and took the gavel that Weemsby had dropped. He faced the crowd. "We will now elect the rest of the board," he announced, his voice barely under control. The slate that Garsch and Thorby had worked out was passed by acclamation -- with one addition: Leda.
Again she stood up. "Oh, no! You can't do this to me."
"Out of order. You've assumed responsibility, now accept it."
She opened her mouth, closed it, sat down.
When the Secretary declared the result, Thorby turned to Weemsby. "You are General Manager also, are you not?"
"Yes."
"You're fired. Your one share reverts. Don't try to go back to your former office; just get your hat and go."
Bruder jumped up. Thorby turned to him. "You, too. Sergeant-at-Arms, escort them out of the building."
Chapter 23
Thorby looked glumly at a high stack of papers, each item flagged "URGENT." He picked up one, started to read -- put it down and said, "Dolores, switch control of my screen to me. Then go home."
"I can stay, sir."
"I said, 'Go home.' How are you going to catch a husband with circles under your eyes?"
"Yes, sir." She changed connections. "Good night, sir."
"Good night."
Good girl, there. Loyal, he thought. Well, he hoped. He hadn't dared use a new broom all the way; the administration had to have continuity
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