Chapter 22

Yes, it was going to be a great day, a Krispy Kreme kind of day. First, he would organize the few co-workers he had become friendly with into a lunch party. Then he would work like mad, burrowing into phone calls and e-mail messages. Why, with any luck, he might go through the whole day without seeing Ken Doll or Malik.

He was flipping through his Rolodex when Lowell arrived.

“Hey, Lowe, just the man I want to see.”

“Someone’s in a good mood today.”

“A great mood. What do you say to capitalizing on that with a little lunch? Maybe ask Phyl and a few of the others?”

Phyl was Phylidia Law, who had worked for Brynner & Sons forever, or at least since she lost her husband to a subway mugger thirty years ago. Since her return from brain surgery for a nonmalignant tumor six months ago, Ken Doll had been putting the screws to her to get her to resign. Yep, what a guy.

“Did I hear my name being taken in vain?” Phyl asked.

“Only if you don’t want to go to lunch,” Jade said.