Chapter 11Belen Morganthal showed ahigh-beamsmile as Jim Mavers entered the room. He had an amiable smiletoo.
“Hello, Jim,” she said.
“Ms. Morganthal. Always a pleasure tosee you.”
“Can I fix you a drink?”
“I wouldn’t mind a bourbon.”
“Why don’t we go into theconference room?”
A round black onyx table lined withsilver dominated the conference room. A tall glass of bourbon wasatone seat. Belen sat down behind the glass of wine on the other sideof the table. Mavers eased down behind the bourbon.
“I assume we have business todiscuss,” he said.
“Yes. You own a planet. I would liketo begin opening negotiations for a sale. I have need for aplanet,”Belen said.
“You’ve always been a very directwoman. But I guess all CEOs are like that. They don’t waste time orwords.”
“Most of them don’t.
