New York
Nyburg arrived with his assistants at the Hamrax headquarters, and they were ushered into the boardroom. Johnson sat at the head of the boardroom table, surrounded by his lawyers. Nyburg was in a good mood. He liked high-powered confrontation. He loved the days when decisions were made and executed within days instead of the months it took in the corporate world.
Nyburg had nothing much to lose, in the cute way billionaires never do. He had no real power over the robot and me, but Johnson didn’t know this. He had some influence, but after their meeting last night, he knew I would do what I would do. And by repeating a code three times, I could destroy everything.
His power was meager at best, but he was a salesman, and good salesmen sold higher than they bought; the best sales
