to treat a number of other conditions involving connective tissue. Sylvain has given us the resources, and now Algoplex will give us the computing power to develop those treatments. Hereâs to you, Rod and Mike, and to our old friends from Sylvain: May we all enjoy an enduring and profitable relationship.â
After a round of clinks and âHear, hears,â Mike gave Rod a little push. His glass trembled as he set it on the table. Rod was not a drinker, but heâd downed two vodka martinis in preparation for this moment. He fumbled for a piece of paper in his pocket, unfolded it, and squinted at the crowd.
âUntil I met all of you, I never knew how deep skin was.â Rod got a laugh or two. âSeriously, this opportunity is very, very exciting for us. We think Eternaderm and its offshoots will be a perfect application for our technology.â
He looked up from the paper. âTo speak personally for a moment, Iâve put in a number of years at my work, always with the same faith it would find the right outlet, just as Dr. . . . Dr. . . .â His face reddened as the name eluded him.
âPlush,â Wendy said. âLike the carpet.â Everyone laughed.
âThanks,â Rod mumbled. âJust as Dr. Plush did . . . have faith, I mean . . .â He couldnât recover from the gaffe. My own face reddened in sympathy. He finished his toast by going back to the piece of paper and reading quickly. He talked abouthow Algoplexâs software would enhance Eternaderm and how Sylvainâs capital would make it all possible. It was a little more detail than the crowd needed, and the claps and clinks and gulps at the end may have been as much for the fact that Rod was done as for what heâd said.
I kept shooting as the contracts were signed and a check was handed to Rod. After it was over, Wendy rushed up to Rod and planted a kiss on his cheek. âThat was very nice, Rod. Donât worry about your mistake.â
Rod flinched and shook his head.
âNo, really,â she said, taking his hand. âYou were fine. Iâll get you another cocktail.â
I kept the camera rolling. If nothing else, it was fascinating theater. I wondered what the real Alissa would have done.
âYouâre finished now,â a woman said, speaking into my ear. âWeâre going to start dinner.â
I lowered the camera and turned. It was Connie Plush.
I said, âRod will let me know when Iâm done.â
Rod saw what was happening. âI want Bill to be here,â he said.
âWhy?â Connie demanded. âThe other AV guy doesnât have dinner with us.â
The room lights were being adjusted. A gobo projection appeared on the floor, the Plush logo revolving in a ghostly dance. The other AV guy at work.
âNonetheless, I would like Bill to be here,â Rod said. It occurred to me he was trying to compensate for his toast performance by asserting himself.
Dr. Plush joined us. Wendy was with him. She stuck a new martini glass in Rodâs hand. âIs there a problem, dear?â the doctor said.
Connie Plush gave a jerk of the head to her husband. âThis gentlemanâ
Bill
âseems to think heâs invited for dinner.â
Wendy said, âYou donât need any more pictures do you, Bill?â She smoothed the pocket of my linen jacket as if, having staked a claim to Rod, I was also her property.
âLadies,â Dr. Plush responded, âI donât think it would hurt for him to stay.â He didnât want to miss his chance for screen time.
âConfidential information will be discussed,â Connie said. âAnd we donât have a place set for him.â
I looked straight at her. âI donât need a seat. I donât care about eating.â The truth was, Iâd be happy to go out to the bar, except that I wanted to keep an eye on Wendy.
âBillâs been NDAâd,â Rod said.