Maddy’s euphoria had energized Geoff Derwent. He didn’t really believe the girl was going to win The Gift but he damn sure wanted to. And that was good enough. It was better than the desert the Demons had been wandering through for a decade. Okay, The Gift wasn’t footy per se but it associated the club with getting the job done at the business end of elite competition. And that kind of association is gold. Read the rest of this entry ?
Mark McGuire hadn’t reached his chief executive’s office before the inundation began. He’d set his communicator to record messages. He could already see there was a build up of seventeen items. “That’ll be the big boys” Mark thought. Of course they were. These were the majors that he had given his personal ID to on numerous occasions with only the remotest hope of a call back. He would prostrate himself before someone’s assistant and end the conversation bowing and backing out with much recognition of their higher status in the transaction. It was usually such a struggle to gain direct access to decision makers! Don’t you love Layla? Read the rest of this entry ?
8 am. Wednesday 21th October 2048.
McGuire Management Corporation’s conference hall, 53rd at Third, Manhatton.
Mark McGuire comes to the podium. In front of him several hundred media personal. On the walls and on the ceiling, several thousand media companies are linked in virtually. This broadcast will immediately reach eight billion people. Read the rest of this entry ?
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