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I've got to get Ahmed back over here, he thought. It's very good public
relations to have Captain Ahmed Khadra, Chief of Detectives, ZNPF, acting as
the Mallorysport liaison with the Company Police, and the Constabulary, and
the Mallorysport P.D., and all that, but I've got to have a strong Exec over
here if we're going into another expansion phase. He'll just have to set the
date with Sandra, get hitched, and bring her over here permanently.

Then, I've got to start getting the manpower strength up-send John over to
Mallorysport and goose up the recruiting office-and beef up my training
program with more instructors and cadre sergeants, scrounge up some more
uniforms and equipment, and. . . .

Chapter 8
Victor Grego sat in the lawn chair on his penthouse apartment's terrace and
thought. He leaned back, with his eyes closed, and thought.

To look at him, one would think he was a gentle, heavy-set man who was dozing
in the sun on his day off. One would not immediately think that this man was
the Manager-in-Chief of the Zarathustra Company or that he was hard at work.
One might suppose that running a colonial company which did about a quarter of
a billion sols in gross annual business was little more than presiding over
luncheon meetings with subordinate executives and reading reports.

That was what one would think if one went to work each day, worked one's
shift, and then went home-conveniently leaving the job at the office.

Victor Grego's office was inside his head, and he carried it with him night
and day.

The meat-packing plants on Delta Continent were working around the clock, now.
With all this influx of population, there was a constant and heavy demand for
prepared and packaged foodstuffs of all kinds. Not only was mat a blessing for
the general profit picture, but it kept the supervisors so busy they didn't
have time to worry about the Company losing its charter or to pester the
Manager-in-Chief with minor problems.

The agreement with Governor Rainsford's Colonial Government that allowed the
Company to mine on that rich sunstone deposit inside the Fuzzy Reservation was
going to work out all right, too-no matter if it did cost a hefty royalty for
the privilege. The continued input of sunstones owned by the Company would
keep the Company in a tough position which virtually amounted to control of
sunstone prices. That had been an early horror that haunted Grego right after
the Fuzzy Trial; one hundred million sols in the sunstone vault combined with
the prospect of a free market in sunstones could have badly eroded the
Company's worth if a gang of prospectors had gotten together and formed a
co-operative to sell directly to someone like the Couperin Cartel-who had the
money to drive down the buying price and drive up the selling price by
controlling inventories.

The private communication screen chimed softly from inside the apartment.