His wife rolled over with a muttered, “Your assistant manager, right? Warn him that I’ll now have to kill him.”
Keenan once again rolled out of bed and took the call into the living room. “So, what disaster is unfolding as we speak?” He tried to think through the fog, to identify something terrible that could have gone wrong. It would be hard to beat the destruction of the entire global economy for badness, which had already happened. A nuclear war would, from a GS perspective, be a minor hiccup in comparison.
There was a long pause on the line. “It might actually be good news, but it’s the kind of good news I thought you might need to hear about immediately.”
How interesting. Good news was not generally that urgent. “Great. What good thing has happened?”
“The President for the Duratio
