That same day, as Chance entered a conference room to meet with Simon, she found Velma peering intently at her tablet. Chance, who always moved rather more silently than most, slid sideways to peer over Velma’s shoulder. She failed to muffle a gasp of surprise.
Velma looked up at her. “Chance. See anything interesting?”
Chance looked her in the eyes. “Am I confused? Are you buying a For position on a proposal that was made by one of the scientists you call a moron? And you’re taking an Against position on one of your own proposals?”
Velma looked away. “Yeah, well. The moron had a good idea. Gotta go with the best ideas, you know, even if they come from morons.”
Chance studied Velma for a moment, more charitably than ever before. She decided to offer to do a good deed, understanding tha
