Kim just raised an eyebrow.“Come on. I’ll show you,” Carol said.The foursome were walking toward the largest of the outbuildings. As they drew closer, Kim became aware of a low humming sound that became more noticeable the closer they came. Taking out a key, Bill opened a steel door that seemed quite heavy. The instant the door was opened, the noise was much louder.Leading the way inside, he just stood aside without saying a word.“Good grief!” Kim exclaimed. “You have not one but two gas turbines. They’re both generators, aren’t they? And they’re big!”Now both Carol and Bill were laughing. “Yes, they are big,” Carol conceded. “Either one can provide about double our total power requirements. We have two so one can be shut down for maintenance and all that good stuff.”“But the fuel... ?” Kim asked.“That’s my smart john,” Carol responded. “But he uses it to cheat me. Instead of paying me for my sexual services in cash, he pays with fuel for the generators.”“And the fuel?” Kim pe
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Carol retorted. “Let’s go inside.”“But the barbecue... ?” Kim asked, utterly baffled.Carol didn’t reply but just led the way back inside, entering using a sliding door into the kitchen. “We’ll just do it in here where it’s nice and cool.”Only then did Brad and Kim notice a built-in gas grill. In just moments it was going and Bill began grilling hot dogs and hamburgers while Carol took salads already made from the refrigerator.In just a few minutes the now-famished foursome were eating.Kim looked around and finally shook her head. “Nope,” she said softly as if she were talking to herself, “it’s not a real picnic.”“What’s wrong? Why not?” Carol asked, feeling hurt. She thought the whole thing was delightful. And Bill had done his usual fine job cooking, while the salads, she thought, were lovely.“Where are the flies? The ants? All the other creepy-crawly things... ? Nope. It’s not a real picnic,” Kim announced.Finally realizing that Kim had been jerking he
“What do you mean?” Carol almost screamed. It was all she could do to retain control of the car.“Look, it’s pretty simple,” Bill explained. “This whole lawyer thing was just a cover for your real occupation. Why you couldn’t have chosen an honest profession like exotic dancer or something is another question, but that’s beside the point. But now ... I mean ... That kind of money and those allowances are beyond being a cover story — way beyond. So it’s all over. I mean ... acting like I’m married to a ... a... lawyer? My God! I would never live it down.”By now Carol realized that Bill was just jerking her chain. “All right for you, Bill Christian. But just remember that Ali McGrath Clifford is a lawyer, and so is Kathy Carlson. So there!”By this time they were off the freeway and wending their way through the streets. Finding the entrance to the PHA development, Carol drove in, found the Carlson’s town house, and pulled into their drive.As the four emerged from the car, the front d
“Lady what?” Kim almost screamed.“Well, we serve Lady Kathy and Sir Ken,” Marie explained. “And since your husbands—”“I have no husband!” Kim interrupted. “Brad Kramer is ... is ... just a good friend.”It was all Carol could do to contain what would have been raucous laughter.“You may not be married,” Marie insisted, “but he’s your man. You love him and he loves you. Now when are you getting married?”“What are you saying?” Kim exclaimed. “We’re just friends...”“Sure you are,” Celeste chimed in. “That’s why you almost attacked Lady Kathy when she kissed Sir Bradley.”“What?” Kim nearly screamed. “What did you say? And how do you know, anyway?”“Because we were watching you is how we know,” Celeste explained blithely. “Now it’s time to get this show on the road...”The two small girls helped Kim and Carol from the pool and laid them on massage tables. Then they began working on the two women with all of their very considerable skill. With the massages complete, they helped the wom
“Yes, sir.”“And it’s really a road car, right? High-speed grand touring?”“Yes, sir.”“Look, Kimberly, why don’t you come into the office — we’re not that far away — and Bill and I will explain what we have in mind.” He paused and then added, “And don’t bother to dress. Whatever you’re wearing right now would be fine.”“But what if I’m not dressed at all?” she asked with a giggle.“Better yet!” he replied with a aural leer.Kim was at the office less than fifteen minutes later and was told by the receptionist that George Harrison and Bill Miller were waiting for her in George’s office. The two explained that they were reacting to a suggestion from an employee — unnamed — regarding sales.“Look,” George explained, “we’re a machine-tool company, but our salesmen aren’t engineers. The suggestion — made by a senior salesperson, by the way — is for us to use team selling: a salesman and a technical support person. Kim, since what we’re now selling are tools you designed yourself, there’s
Arriving at Johnson, she grabbed her hardhat and followed Brad to the reception area. A secretary soon appeared to take Brad to his appointment and a few minutes later a man appeared to greet Kim. He introduced himself as Sam Baxter, the plant manager, and led the way back to the plant floor.As soon as they reached the floor, Kim was glad she was wearing what she was. It was already hot and, since it was still early in the day, it was going to get hotter. If the production area was air-conditioned it wasn’t having much effect.Sam took her to an AT machine and introduced her to its operator, Mary. Kim noted privately the fact that at Johnson, like so many other companies these days, people didn’t seem to have last names. Baxter introduced Kim as the technical expert from AT, and Kim found herself greeted with a frown.The machine was a small stamping press. Mary took a small sheet of steel from a stack, carefully positioned it in the press, then activated it. After the machine cycled
With this knowledge, Kim wanted to have a long talk with Baxter. “Could we take an early lunch?” she asked. “I’m buying.” Although there had been no mention of an expense account, Kim decided she could afford a lunch.Sam quickly accepted and they went out to Kim’s car.Seeing it, he whistled softly and asked reverently, “Is this yours?”“Yes, it is,” Kim replied, scarcely able to keep the note of pride from her voice.“Wow!” Baxter exclaimed, “tech reps are paid far more than I would have thought.”“That’s not really my job,” Kim replied with no further amplification.“What is your job?” he asked.“I’m a machine-tool designer,” she replied. “I design the machines we were talking about this morning.”“But...” Sam began, but then his voice just tailed off.“But I’m a girl,” Kim said with a grin. Then she snapped her fingers and said, “Oh, damn!”“What was that all about?”“I forgot. I’m sorry.”“Sorry about what?”“I’m a girl,” Kim replied. “I’m supposed to do everything with a bobby p
“That’s what we’re looking at. From what marketing tells me, we’re already losing business because of our price, our quality, or a combination of both. Furthermore — and this is in your bailiwick — I understand that the magnitude of our sales allowances is increasing alarmingly. The reason for that is that our delivered quality — to be brutally frank — is a long way from great.”Instead of addressing Baxter’s points, Anders retorted, “Where in hell did this cockamamie idea come from, anyway? This airhead you brought to the meeting with you? She can’t know anything about machine tools. She’s just a pretty face, for God’s sake.”“Wait a minute!” Brad interjected. “While I agree that Miss Kane has a lovely face, it happens to be in front of the most powerful brain I’ve ever encountered. ‘Can’t know anything about machine tools’ I think you said? Well, I have a surprise for you: Miss Kane happens to have her Ph.D. in mechanical engineering from Cal Tech. Her dissertation deals with machin