Chapter 7
Jacksonville, FL
Monday morning
I HAD BARELY settled down at my desk Monday morning when Paul Johns called me to rave about my report.
“Thanks,” I said.
“I thought your bill was a little on the high side, however.”
“There’s nothing in my bill that wasn’t agreed to in advance, and as they say, you get what you pay for.”
“True, and I guess you don’t haggle over fees after the fact.”
“Hardly, when they were agreed to up front.”
“When can you come over here and make a presentation of your report?”
“A presentation to whom?”
“Myself, the president of the company, and the vice-president in charge of operations.”
“My day is wide open right now.”
“How about two thirty this afternoon?”
“I’ll be there, and I’ll bring four complete copies of the report with me.”
“Great, thanks
