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Ned Allen is young, smart, and upwardly mobile. Several years into his career as an ad salesman for a successful computer magazine, Ned's finally left his small-town roots behind, and is certain that the sophisticated Manhattan world he covets is his forever. His wife Lizzie is also a rising star of a prestigious PR firm. It seems that Ned's made it. But then what appeared to be a career break shows its true colours. Ned's forced to make some tough calls, among them a question of ethics and the small matter of whether to lie to his wife - and when the tough calls just keep getting tougher he finds himself on the brink of losing everything ...
now, sir?” I straightened myself out, un kinked my shoulders, and took a deep, steadying breath. “I’m great. Just great.” Chuck Zanussi was sitting at a corner table that faced into an alcove. Anyone glancing into the Peacock Alley Restaurant would have noticed Chuckie right away. Because-at six foot three and two hundred and seventy pounds, and with a treble chin, two bear claws for hands, and the belly of a Sumo wrestler-he was a guy who, like Mount Rushmore, commanded attention. As I
felt Chuck’s shoe rap my shin again. “Sure, Klaus. I’ll just have to call my wife and-” “Excellent. I will make reservations at eight-thirty for this amusing new restaurant I have read about on Lafayette Street.” “You mean Pravda?” I asked. “Most impressive,” Kreplin said. “And do you also know what pravda means in English?” “Yeah,” I said. “Truth.” Krenlin excused himself to work the transatlantic nh one lines in his suite upstairs at the Waldorf Towers. Chuck and I headed back to the
CompuWorld.” She flinched as if I’d slapped her. It was not the reaction I was hoping for. “I’ve been meaning to tell you….” “For what?” she interrupted. “Days? Weeks?” “A little while,” I said, sounding sheepish. “Nothing was confirmed until-” “So you have known about this for quite a while.” “I didn’t want to say anything until I was absolutely certain….” “I don’t believe this.” “Klaus Kreplin swore me to secrecy.” As soon as I uttered that sentence, I regretted it. Lizzie’s reaction
of bills.” Just as I thought-a substandard deal, only attractive to the truly desperate. Like Ivan. Or me. “I’ve heard of worse packages,” I said, trying to sound upbeat. “Believe me, I’m not fooling myself into thinking that this is a Rolls-Royce deal. And to make the math work, I’m going to have to close at least five hundred thousand a year. But, hey, at least it’s a job. Some kind of a future.” He raised his glass of house Chianti and clinked it against mine. “Good times ahead for both
funny, Don,” I said, grabbing a glass of water from a passing waiter’s tray. “What the hell brings you here?” he asked. “I’d heard you left the business.” “Yeah-but I’m now in a related business. High finance, to be exact. A private equity fund dealing exclusively in new technology. And, you know, Don, I’d love to do lunch sometime. Especially as we’re on the lookout for young new companies that might need some capitalization.. ..” Don Dowling was already looking past my shoulder, hoping