Jan nodded. “I see.”
“Until then, you know as much as we do.” He headed for the door, swinging his briefcase.
Jan trailed after him. “When do you need the proposal?”
He stopped in the middle of the doorway, and turned around.
“48 hours,” he said. “You have to understand, doctor, that there are limits to how long we can keep a lid on this. We want to be up and running, and tucked away safely, when the media picks up our trail.”
“How do you know they will?”
“Because it’ll be a red herring, and we’ll lead them to it. Trust me, ma’am, they do their best work for us.”
He walked out into the hallway.
“Look,” she protested, following him. “I can’t even type that fast, much less—”
“48 hours,” he repeated, and left the building.
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She’d done it, too. She’d outlined a program and a
