The room darkened and Lindsey looked up to see a rush of huge drops bouncing off the skylight. Saxon punched a couple of keys on his table and the sound of the downpour was enhanced by wind and rain effects which replaced the waves and harp music.
“I love weather,” Saxon said. “I want to open a branch in Vermont and get snowed in for the winter. Love it! Take my wife and a bottle of brandy and some corn to pop and just get snowed in in front of a roaring fire. I can do all my work by modem anyhow, offices are obsolete, it’s just that nobody knows it yet. Don’t you love weather, Lindsey?”
“Why did you conceal the fact that you were one of the consignors of the comics your company is buying? Don’t you realize that you open yourself to charges of a serious conflict of interest?”
“I might,
