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Gephardt was banking the paychecks of a deceased employee. As soon as he had heard, Victor ordered an audit of the man's purchasing bills for Chimera from 1980 to 1986. Sighing, Victor put the attorney's number behind Ronald's.
         "What next?" Victor asked.
         Colleen shuffled through the remaining messages.
         "That's about all the important ones. The rest of these I can handle."
         "That's it?" Victor questioned with obvious disbelief.
         Colleen stood up and stretched. "That's all the messages, but Sharon Carver is waiting to see you."
         "Can't you handle her?" Victor asked.
         "She's demanded to see you," Colleen said. "Here's her file."
         Victor didn't need the file, but he took it and placed it on his desk. He knew all about Sharon Carver. She'd been an animal handler in Developmental Biology before she'd been "terminated because of dereliction of duty." "Let her wait," Victor said, standing up. "I'll see her after I see Ronald."
         Using the rear entrance to his office, Victor started off for his partner's office. Maybe Ronald would be reasonable face to face.
         Rounding a corner, Victor spotted a familiar figure backing out of a doorway and pulling a cart. It was Philip Cartwright, one of the retarded persons whom Chimera had hired to work to the extent of their abilities; they were all valuable employees. Philip did custodial and messenger work, and had been popular from his first day on. In addition, he'd taken a particular liking to VJ over the years and had spent lots of time with him, particularly before VJ started school. They made an improbable pair. Philip was a big, powerfully built man with scant hair, closely set eyes, and a broad neck that sloped from just behind his ears to the tip of his shoulders. His long arms ended in spadelike hands, with all the fingers the same length.
         As soon as Philip saw Dr. Frank, there was a wide smile of recognition, displaying a mouthful of square teeth. The man could have been frightening, but he had such a pleasant personality, his demeanor overcame his appearance.
         "Good morning, Mr. Frank," Philip said. He had a surprisingly childlike voice despite his size.
         "Good morning, Philip," Victor said. "VJ is here someplace and was looking for you. He'll be here all week."
         "That makes me happy," Philip said with sincerity. "I'll find him right away. Thank you."
         Victor watched him hurry off with his cart, wishing all the Chimera employees were as dependable as Philip.
         Reaching Ronald's office, which was a mirror image of his, Victor said hello to Ronald's private secretary and asked if her boss was available. She kept Victor waiting for a few minutes before ushering him in.
         "Does Brutus come to praise Caesar?" Ronald asked, looking up at Victor from under bushy brows. He was a heavyset man with a thick mat of unkempt hair.
         "I thought we could discuss the stock offering," Victor suggested. From Ronald's manner and tone, it was clear he was in no mood for conversation.
         "What's there to talk about?" Ronald said with thinly disguised resentment. "I've heard you're for a dilution of stock."
         "I'm for raising more capital," Victor said.
         "It's the same thing," Ronald said.
         "Are you interested in my reasons?" Victor asked.
         "I think your reasons are very clear," Ronald said. "You and Clark have been plotting against me since we went public!"
         "Oh, really?" Victor questioned, unable to keep the sarcasm from his voice. Such ridiculous paranoia began to give him the idea the man was cracking under the strain of his administrative duties. He certainly had as much if not more than Victor and neither one of them was trained for such work.
         "Don't 'oh, really' me!" Ronald said, heaving his bulk to his feet. He leaned forward on his desk. "I'm warning you, Frank. I'll get even with