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āMarcus had received a call from Ben Jacksonāyour new clientāasking whether Ben could get on the waiting list for some of this new equipment heād heard we were about to release. Since he was talking about hardware that hadnāt been announced yetāeven internallyāMarcus felt he should inquire about how you had gotten that information. A trace of my style showed through, it seemsāand Marcus is nobodyās fool.ā
āYou mean, you had me present a lot of equipment that hasnāt even been built yet?ā I said in alarm. āWhat did Marcus do?ā
āPresumably, he pulled out his pen and took the order. Then he picked up the phone and called me. He was pleased to see I was taking an active interest in the business again. Marcus thinks I need some stimulation. Iāve not visited many of our paying customers lately. He says they miss me.ā
āAnd what do you think?ā
āI think Iād rather discuss wine,ā said Tor. āWhich one do you prefer?ā
āIāve heard of one called Lancers.ā¦ā
āIāll order the wine,ā he said, motioning slightly.
A wine steward materialized beside the table, and after brief consultation, Tor picked a wine with a long, complicated name. When the steward had brought it and Tor had tasted and poured, he turned to me.
āYou know, itās amusingāwhat you said about Louis and Alfie planning to use you as their instrument. I should think we might turn this situation to your advantageādonāt you think?ā
āTo my advantage? Iām actually in a predicament because of this,ā I pointed out. āTheyāll expect me to get all the information from you that they might want, or ever dream up. Alfie will use it as a weapon against me if I refuse.ā
Tor pressed his fingertips together and rested his chin on them.
āAnd what do you need Alfie for?ā he asked.
āWhat do you mean? Heās my boss!ā
āAhaābut why is he your boss? Because you let him be!ā
āHe pays my salary,ā I said. It was entirely unclear to me what Tor was talking about.
āThe firm pays your salaryānever forget that,ā he pointed out. āAnd theyāll stop paying it the moment you stop making money for them. Now I repeat: what do you need Alfie for?ā
I thought about that, and felt a cloud clearing from my mind. In perspective, I had to admit that Alfie had never done anything but thwart my attempts to do a decent job. This morning, through his shenanigans, he might have lost a client altogether.
āI guess I might do a lot better without him,ā I admitted; perhaps it was the champagne talking. But I chose not to dwell on that possibility, and took a sip of the new wine, too.
āWell then, itās settled. Get rid of him,ā said Tor, leaning back as if the rest were obvious. āSimply tell Louis that you no longer need Alfie; heāll get the picture.ā
I couldnāt believe it was all as easy as that. Just then, the waiter appeared with our first course.
āHere are your oysters,ā Tor said, āwidely regarded as the food of love. Donāt munch them; theyāre supposed to be eaten from the shell at a gulp. Thatās itālet it slide down yourāWhat in heavenās name is that wretched sound youāre making?ā
āTheyāre raw!ā I told him.
āOf course theyāre raw. What on earth am I going to do with you?ā
āDonāt worryāIām going to eat them all,ā I announced. āMy mother told me that people who were afraid to try new foods shouldnāt be permitted into restaurants.ā
āA wise woman, your mother. Would that she were here now; Iāve no experience at wet-nursing children.ā
āIām not a child,ā I said.
āOh, yes you are, my dear. Youāve the emotions of a three-year-old and the brains of a sage of ninety, the grace of an adolescent boy, and the body of a prepubescent nymphāah yes, donāt look at me like that. Eat your oysters. Iād like to be there one day, when all those parts come together into a grown woman. It might be quite a treat.ā
āIād rather be a man,ā I said, suddenly realizing that was true.
āIām well aware of that,ā he told me with a smile, ābut youāre notāand you never will be. Accept that youāre a woman, and I assure you itāll work tremendously to your advantage. It already has.ā
The stewardess was asking us to check our seat belts for the descent into Kennedy. Idly, I wondered how much richer than I was today Iād be if Iād invented the seat belt and earned a dollar for every one that had been checked by every passenger since the dawn of commercial flight. I liked doing such calculations in my headābut this one was depressing.
Despite all those advantages Tor had assured me I had just by being a woman, heād overlooked one or two drawbacks. In fact, only a few months after heād pitted me against Alfie, my boss, Tor himself had left Monolith Corp. to start his own companyāabandoning me in the lurch.
āYou know what to do,ā heād told me, patting me on the back. āJust tie up the loose ends.ā
Iād finally succeeded in giving Alfie the coup de grace, though it wasnāt easy. And little good it did me: I was never promoted to management at Monolith Corp. According to senior management, male technicians would never be able to bring themselves to work for a female boss; I suppose theyād all have quit the firm, or drunk hemlock or something, first. But when I pointed out things like that to Torāthat the payoff was hardly worth the paināhe only laughed.
āIn order for women to have equal rights, they have to give up a few,ā he said.
But no one seemed to grasp that ārightsā werenāt what I wanted. It seemed my special curse to care for people who tried to hand me life on a silver platterāa platter with plenty of strings attached. Ten years ago, my decision to break with Tor and make it on my own had cost me plentyāand I donāt mean
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