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'Good news!' he exclaimed, taking some junk out of his desk and placing it in the box. 'The CEO of New Goliath has taken a special interest in your case and will personally guarantee the return of your husband.'
'I thought you said that timefoolery had nothing to do with you?'
'Apparently I was misinformed. We would be very happy to reactualise Libner.'
'Landen.'
'Right.'
'What's the catch?' I asked suspiciously.
'No catch,' replied Jack, picking up his desk nameplate and depositing it in the box along with the calendar, 'we just want you to forgive us and like us.'
'Like you?'
'Yes. Or pretend to, anyway. Not so very hard, now, is it? Just sign this Standard Forgiveness Release Form at the bottom here, and we'll reactualise your hubby. Simple, isn't it?'
I was still suspicious.
'I don't believe you have any intention of getting Landen back.'
'All right, then,' said Jack, taking some files out of the filing cabinet and dumping them in his cardboard box, 'don't sign and you'll never know. As you say, Miss Next – we got rid of him so we can get him back.'
'You stiffed me once before, Jack. How do I know you won't do it again?'
Jack paused in his packing and looked slightly apprehensive.
'Are you going to sign?'
'No.'
Jack sighed and started to take everything back out of the cardboard box and return it to its place.
'Well,' he muttered, 'there goes my promotion. But listen: whether you sign or not you walk out of here a free woman. New Goliath have no argument with you any longer. Besides, what do you have to lose?'
'All I want,' I replied, 'is to get my husband back. I'm not signing anything.'
Jack took his nameplate out of the cardboard box and put it back on his desk.
The phone rang again.
'Yes, sir . . . No, she won't, sir . . . I tried that, sir . . . very well, sir.'
He put the receiver down and picked up his nameplate again; it hovered over his box.
'That was the CEO. He wants to apologise to you personally. Will you go?'
I paused. Seeing the head honcho of Goliath was an almost unprecedented event for a non-Goliath official. If anyone could get Landen back, it was him.
'Okay.'
Jack smiled, dropped the nameplate in his box and then hurriedly threw everything else back in.
'Well,' he continued, 'must dash – I've just been promoted up three laddernumbers. Go to the main reception desk and someone will meet you. Don't forget your Standard Forgiveness Release Form, and if you could mention my name I'd be really grateful.'
He handed me my unsigned forms
as the door opened and another Goliath operative walked in, also holding a cardboard box full of possessions.
