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Janet watched his reaction, not
showing her feeling of triumph.
    “I work on a
sudden death principle,” Crawford explained, feeling his collar.
“If I like a proposal I set the scene.”
    “Scene?”
    “Yes. You are
fired Janet.”
    “What, but…”
Janet began to protest. She was shocked to the core, thinking how
could she have got it so wrong, but then Crawford continued,
enjoying her confusion.
    “ You have to go freelance Janet. You are proposing an approach,
which is illegal. But I like it. You catch the fish you get a big
reward. Fail and we don’t know you.”
    “Big reward?”
Janet had heard rumours about Crawford’s style. How he used hit
squads to make acquisitions.
    “A large
success fee based on purchase price, our standard terms, a six
figure sum. Can you handle it?”
    Janet looked at
him wide eyed. He seemed serious. He was the Managing Director of a
large Multinational. Her confusion was reflected in her face.
    “Don’t worry,”
he added reassuring. “You will get a war fund initially say, fifty
thousand in a Dublin account with top ups against receipts. I will
be your mentor Simmons and we will stay discretely in close touch.
Now quickly a decision, are you in or out. You have seconds to
decide. Quick, I only ever ask once.”
    “In.” Janet
swallowed.
    “All the way?
That is the way we do business Janet.”
    “All the way.”
This time she sounded more decisive.
    Crawford stood
up, taking her hands and pulling her to her feet. Across the coffee
table he suddenly took her head in his two hands and smacked a kiss
on her forehead.
    “To Victory!”
he exclaimed, spreading his arms and smiling a beaming smile at
her.
    “Get set up in
Dublin and then phone me. I will give you a private line. Your
expenses will be there before you. Good luck Simmons.”
    He held out his
hand. Shaken, Janet shook his hand. “Gather up your papers,” he
instructed. Then, taking her elbow he led her to the door, holding
the hand he had shook. As they walked the few yards his hand
released hers, touched her elbow and slipped around her waist. He
let her go and opened the door.
    “Simmons is
going out on a project,” he said to Christine.
    “Oh exciting,”
Christine beamed, it was clear that she had previous experience of
this type of proposal, “Come this way Simmons, I will look after
you. Pity you will not be working with us further. Still if you
make a go of it Mr. Crawford will probably have you back on his
long-term hit squad. You really are very young to get such an
exciting opportunity.”
    Crawford
watched them go. He scratched his tummy, feeling pleased. Now he
would have Simmons set up in Dublin, depending on him. And as a
bonus they had a good target for acquisition.
    At least this
could be fun. Once she was in his power. And she had thought she
had to sell him the concept. Spunky mind you the way she had
immediately accepted his challenge. To work, to work, he thought
and suddenly he had a sparkle in his eye.
    With a light
heart he sat at his desk and began to go through the morning post
in earnest.
     
    Janet went with
Christine, her head in a spin. Her thoughts buzzed. Stage one; she
clenched her grip on her papers. Stage one she repeated internally,
have snagged big player, desperately want success, and need to
manage Crawford. He is going to make me a success. She was excited
but scared, confident but wary.

Chapter
Four
     
    Dermot O’Rourke
manoeuvred his Volvo estate into the outside lane on the N7. The
early mists of dawn were giving way to daylight and Dermot was
enjoying the drive. The rolling prosperous countryside stretched
around him, consisting mainly of large farms with full fields and
Stud Farms with horses, Kildare was horse country.
     
     
    The car pulled
into the Mushroom Plant.
    The driveway to
the Plant was lined with rose trees, not yet in bloom, set off with
daffodils and crocus. They smelt nice in the morning air. However
Dermot knew that the horse manure pile was