After stretching on the floor and freshening up, I join Lloyd in the study, where she's typing the notes from my thesis. Brush past her, sit down and put on the headphones.
"The naked Jill Price," says Lloyd.
"Bother you?"
"I'm getting used to it. You must be comfortable."
"All my adult life."
Lloyd chuckles. "It's charming, the way you're so innocent about it, Jill. You have a remarkable body even if one doesn't ignore the bruises or bullet and shrapnel wounds."
"Ignoring works for me."
"You went without a nap until almost four. That's pretty good for one week."
Smile at her, pull on the headphones and dial Doc's. When Kelly answers, I ask her for Kerry North.
"Hi Jill," says Kerry. "How're you feeling?"
"Better every day, Kerry. Got a minute?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"I'd like to run Liz and her two assistants through a practice run in one of Morty's meetings next week if possible. Doesn't he have a morning meeting on Thursday?"
"Yes, the shift managers' meeting is at nine a.m. Thursday. It's in Morty's office."
"Mind if I ask him to let us tape it and debrief him afterward? That way, Liz and her assistants can see how it's done."
"What happens if I say no? You call Peter?"
"This is a courtesy call, Kerry. You say no, I do it anyway."
"And if I fire Morty for disobeying my order? I understand he's a personal friend of yours."
"He certainly is but Peter reviews your decisions, Kerry," I say, guessing. "Consider yourself informed."
Hang up, press re-dial and ask Kelly for Morty.
"Hey kid," says Morty. "I hear you're coming in next week."
"Yes, I am, Morty. Is it still okay to do that dry run with your meeting Thursday morning at nine?"
"You're penciled in."
"Thanks, Morty. So, have slots revenue passed table games yet?"
"Not in revenue, but if you compare expenses for change aprons and dealers. . . . Hang on, Jill. Kerry's trying to get my attention. What is it, Kerry?"
Hear Kerry's voice, but not his words. Say, "I told him I'd ask for access to your meeting. Hung up and called you."
"Ah," says Morty. "Well, Kerry, I promised Peter last week that I'd give Jill access to my meeting so it's already done, unless you want to take it up with Peter."
Can't hear anything, so I ask, "What'd he say, Morty?"
"Nothing: just waved and left."
"So, when do you bring aprons' and dealers' pay to parity?" Slot change employees carry around a change apron with money inside, so management calls them `change aprons.' As slot revenues continue to rise in the face of declining table game revenues, the casino industry will consider wage parity for the employees in each department.
We talk for another twenty minutes or so about a Slot Players Club, an idea Morty has been developing. Track players' average bet per hour and then reward them accordingly with coupons for the gift shop, bars or restaurant. Tell him to kick off the project with an event on Doc's fiftieth anniversary, and Morty agrees. However, it's an idea going nowhere without executive approval.
Next, I call Liz. "Don't even tell me you hired all five finalists to assist you with your project, girl."
"Actually, I wanted to hire three, but I ended up choosing one young man from California and a woman from the US Virgin Islands. She's black. Do you think that will matter?"
"To whom?"
"She's a beauty, a party girl who has the most wonderful laugh you've ever heard."
"Why did you decide not to choose number three?"
"She's professional and presents herself well but I had a feeling she was hiding something."
"Go with your instincts. What's next?"
"Well, the two I hired come in tomorrow for an initial briefing. May I bring them over to meet you?"
"What for?"
"Don't give me `what for'. This is your project, Jill."
"I'm writing the November/December issue of Doc's Talks tomorrow. I'll meet `em when I come in on Thursday for the dry run with Morty's meeting. Will you have them ready?"
"Damn right but I'm not letting you out of meeting them before then. How about Monday?"
"Nah."
"Tuesday. Want us to pick up lunch?"
With a sigh, I say, "No, I'll have lunch ready here. What time?"
"Early. How's 11:30?"
"Okay, see you then. `Bye." Hang up, shaking my head.
Lloyd pauses in her typing. "Want me to tell Soji?"
"Would you? Tuesday at 11:30 is lunch with three guests. I just don't get why I have to meet these kids before I go in on Thursday."
As she jots a note, she asks, "Why not?"
"I'm busy."
"Not that busy," says Lloyd. "Besides, the next person you meet could change your life forever." When I simply stare at her, she adds, "Every person you meet is unique. You make observations, draw conclusions and realize how you fit with one another's experience."
Stare at her for a moment longer and say, "Hold that thought" as I reach for the phone.
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