Soji and I watch Susan's taillights disappear around the corner as she drives toward the front gate. "Goodbye Susan," I whisper.
"She has helped you," says Soji. "You seem more . . . composed, Jill."
Look at him. "It's obvious?"
He nods. "Lloyd noticed last night too. Ready for therapy?"
Later, Lloyd walks into the study and looks at the papers spread all over my desk. "Morning, boss. Thesis work, I see."
"Yes ma'am."
"So why are you digging in books? Your thesis came from police interviews."
Set down the pen and stretch. "Citing others' research shows how my work extends established work within the discipline."
"I've read a few scholarly pieces. They begin with a lot of references and footnotes."
"Articles in popular magazines use stories to establish background—same idea."
"Ah, you did that in the nickelodeon article you wrote on Friday."
"Capture and hold the interest of the average employee at Doc's," I tell her.
Lloyd thinks about that as I watch her. "Did you dumb it down for them?"
"I wrote to a seventh grade reading level."
"How will that play in a national historical journal?"
"I'll edit it for the reading level of a well-read and perhaps well-traveled reader."
She pauses and looks at me. "How come you're so patient when I interrupt you with stupid questions?"
"I'm not patient and this isn't just about what you want, Lloyd. I want to fund a foundation and I want you to help run it—now."
She watches me calmly. "I'm beginning to understand you, Jill," she says. "You establish Pere to make money, but you're not interested in running it. You want the money so you can fund a foundation, but you're not interested in running that foundation."
"Close enough," I tell her, "but I won't be the only funding source. It will absorb resources from thousands of sources."
"Resources meaning money?"
"As well as local backing with individual effort. Influential women in urban neighborhoods, villages and rural communities will volunteer to do the foundation's work."
"And occasionally pay for it with their lives," says Lloyd.
"What?"
"This is not all sweetness and light, Jill. Some cultures will consider the foundation a direct threat and react aggressively." When I do not respond, she adds, "Local women may get hurt or even killed. You must know that."
"Yes, you're right," I tell her.
She looks at me for a good ten count as I return her gaze. She says, "I do for the foundation what Le does for Pere, don't I?"
"Yes," I tell her. "You'll be president of Aliversal. Le's president of Pere."
"What about Ume? She is more aggressive than Le, yet Le runs Pere."
"What does that tell you?"
"Ume watches out for your interests while Le makes you money at Pere."
"Le reports to Ume, who is also Chairman of the Board of Directors for Pere, Aliversal and for Midori LLC, my international corporation."
"So Ume runs everything." Lloyd twists her mouth as she considers that tidbit of information. "Midori," she says, "that's Japanese."
"Midori corporate headquarters are in Tokyo's Ginza district, but it operates ANZ Fleet Services in Australia and New Zealand too."
"Midori America Bank has a branch here in Reno," says Lloyd. "Is that just coincidence or is that yours as well?"
"The bank is a subsidiary of Midori LLC," I tell her, waiting for the two questions she's bursting to ask.
Lloyd stares at me. "You own a bank? Jesus Christ, Jill. How much are you worth?"
"Couple hundred mill," I tell her.
She blinks and asks, "Why the hell are you working for Doc's Place?" When I don't answer, she says, "Withdraw that question. I answered it a few minutes ago. Besides, I have another one. How have you inspired such loyalty and devotion?"
"By providing freedom to operate," I tell her. "I stay out of your way as much as you let me."
"Once this foundation gets going, can I recruit aggressive executives'people as smart and ruthless as Ume?"
"Mm-hmm. Draft a list of qualifications and run an executive search with Julie and Ume. Choose people you can work with, Lloyd."
"Fair enough," she says, hands on her thighs. "Thanks for the tutorial. Now I got shit to do." Leaning forward, she kisses me on the cheek and stands up. "I'll be back in a bit, boss," she says.
Now, instead of thesis work on my desk, I see security problems. Switch on the handheld tape recorder for my personal notes and begin thinking out loud, speaking rapidly.
Fact: as the foundation begins offering more small-business loans to interested and capable women, news of the foundation's loans will spread throughout the world.
Fact: women who seize the opportunities that the foundation offers will become targets of threats, violence and murder in some cultures. These women need security appropriate to their culture.
Fact: the only security that Ume and I have put together is private—for our neighborhood and my businesses in North America and the Pacific Rim. We base our security on our personal relationship with the dojo master and his staff, who are capable and conscientious. However, security is neither their expertise nor Ume's and mine.
Conclusion: security is inadequate. Hire a security operations chief with two objectives: first, provide security for my executives, businesses, foundation and me; and second, provide security worldwide for women who receive a foundation loan. Hire Tony George away from federal service to build the security operation.
Conclusion: Tell Ume to hire a CEO who will carry her vision into the future. Ume retains her role as board chair; otherwise, she steps back and lets the CEO run everything—including Pere, Aliversal and SIA.
Shut off the recorder and stare at papers on my desk. Suddenly, I remember another paper. Opening the wooden box where I keep business cards, I find the paper that the assassin handed to Soji last week. On the paper is a telephone number. It's local.
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