FatLand: The Early Days – 17

On the way back from the meeting, Angela said, “A light bulb just went off over my head.  I felt something. This proposal can divide the Board.  I keep wondering if that is what he had in mind all along.”

 “Oh come on,” Brenton said. “Stop with the conspiracy theories. He may not even know that we have a Board.”

“I would bet anything that not only does he know, but he probably already knows someone on it.”

“Okay, conspiracy monger,” Brenton said. “Who do you think it is?”

“No clue,” Angela said. “I’ll also bet it’s someone we would never even dream of.”

“We’ll call a meeting immediately when we get back,” Brenton said. “We have to take this to them as quickly as possible.”

“Is there any way we can do it without doing what Stark wants to do – I mean, splitting us?”

“Yes,” Brenton said. “I think there is. Now if you are willing to bet on the person he knows – what would you like to bet?”

A thousand answers came to her mind.  She shooed them out and said, “A picnic for all of us near the river, to be paid for by the winner.”

“You’ve got a deal,” Brenton said, and shook her hand. 

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