8Fortunately, her failing pitch was saved by his cellphone.
“Sorry,” he said, looking at the incoming number. “It’s money.” He answered the phone. “Yes, Jeannie, what?” he spat. “No … No … What new plan?” He rolled his eyes and Kate smiled. It was that or fainting dead away. “Ok, so the London crew are trying to poke holes in our strategy. Nothing new there. Allison’s the senior on this one. Did she run the numbers on this new idea?”
He leaned over his phone and looked at an array of tiny numbers apparently representing a very great deal of money. “I see. Put her on.” He reached across the table to give Kate’s fingers a squeeze. “It’s a major bet for the company, Kate. Give me a minute, please?” She nodded. A woman was one of his senior analysts? Kate made a note.
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