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"Center. Will you hold, pu leasse?"

George drummed out "Listen to the Mockingbird."

"Thank you for waiting. May I help you?"

"WAIT line, Denver. Priority, Rapid Routine. Code 444 B C."
"I am sorry, sir, but there is a two hour hold on Wide Area Integral Teleview service."

"Will you confirm that?"

"Yes, sir. Time is 11:42."

"Thank you."

As the picture of the harried operator vanished, George's teleview screen belched a pink slip. He slipped
it into a manila file titled For Mildred. She always questioned his expenses. George smiled.

Then he punched out a direct link.

"Newton Construction."

"This is Dr. George Graylin with the Council of Economic Advisers. I'm calling from Washington. For
Mr. Newton."

"I'm sorry, sir. He's on one line and has two calls holding."

"Have him call me. My number is G E C 000 1 223 6767."

"Could you repeat that, sir?"

"Certainly. G E C 000 1 223 6767."

"G E C 000 1 223 6767?"

"Perfect. Thanks."

George grinned. He picked up the second Coke, watered down as it was. The cup started to fold in his
hand. He managed to get the whole soggy mess into the pulper without dribbling more than a few drops
on his paper strewn desk or on his maroon jacket.

"Damn water soluble plastics! Damn barefoot conservationists!"

The viewer buzzed.

"Graylin here."

"Dr. Graylin, this is Morton Newton in Denver. You called?"

"Yes. We've been reviewing the reports on the construction industry in the Denver area. What do you