Chapter 26
SWAMP Attack
Prose is architecture, not interior decoration.
– Ernest Hemingway
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THAT NIGHT RICHARD called an emergency board meeting of the members of his Publishing firm.
All twelve members sat around the large conference table. There was one silver laptop at the center of the large table. In front of each member was a glass of red wine.
The phone rang and a muffled voice could be heard on the internal speakers of the room, as soon as the phone was lifted off the hook by Richard.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for ruining your sleep, it must have been hard dragging yourselves out of bed. Before we begin please raise the glass of wine in front of you for a toast.”
No one moved to take a glass of the rich red wine which was in front of them. The
