If you want those stories worked up in a lot of darned, sickly, slush melodrama, you can set some simp at it that don't know any better." Luck stopped and shut his teeth together against some personal remarks that he would later feel ashamed of having uttered.

He turned to the door, swallowed hard, and forced himself to a dignified calm before he spoke again.
"You know my phone number, Mart.

By seven in the morning I'll expect to hear from you.

You can tell me then whether I'm to go ahead with these stories the way I've started, or whether to pull out of the Company altogether.

One or the other.