ImpotentForrest de la Roche swiped at the cold, damp windshield. The Volvo’s defogger failed to clear the mist inside just as its wipers could not cope with the downpour outside, leaving him virtually blind. It was as almost twilight, although the dashboard clock and his gold Rolex insisted it was not yet two in the afternoon. Who in the hell knew it rained like this in New Mexico? Admittedly this was northern New Mexico…but still!
De la Roche surrendered briefly to a sense of overwhelming depression, something entirely foreign to him. As one of the infamous ‘Captains of Industry,’ he had controlled his own destiny and that of thousands of employees for years. Problems were simply knots to be undone by the application of knowledge, experience, logic, and brainpower. Doubtless this situati
