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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 43 из 173" Corinne Murphy, an attractive young redhead, and Karolee Trost, a petite blonde, both in their twenties, took seats next to the senator. They were obviously fascinated by Tanner.
"Sit down, Mr. Kingsley," Senator Van Luven said.
Tanner took a seat. The senator studied him for a moment. "Frankly, I don't understand you." "Oh, really? I'm surprised, Senator. I thought I made myself perfectly clear. I feel-" "I know how you feel. But your company, Kingsley International Group, has contracts for many projects with our government, and yet you're challenging the government on the environment issue.
Isn't that bad for business?" Tanner said coldly, "This isn't about business, Senator Van Luven. This is about humanity. We're seeing the beginning of a disastrous global destabilization. I'm trying to get the Senate to allocate funds to correct it." Senator Van Luven said skeptically, "Some of those funds could go to your company, couldn't they?" "I don't give a damn who gets the money. I just want to see action taken before it's too late." Corinne Murphy said warmly, "That's admirable. You're a very unusual man." Tanner turned to her. "Miss Murphy, if you mean by that, that the majority of people seem to believe that money is more important than morals, I regret to say you're probably right." Karolee Trost spoke up. "I think what you're trying to do is wonderful." Senator Van Luven gave each of her assistants a disapproving look, then turned to Tanner. "I can't promise anything, but I will talk with my colleagues and get their point of view on the environmental issue. I will get back to you." "Thank you, Senator. I would be most appreciative." He hesitated. "Perhaps sometime when you're in Manhattan, I can take you around KIG and show you our operation. I think you might find it interesting." Senator Van Luven nodded indifferently. "I'll let you know." The meeting was over.
CHAPTER 12
FROM THE MOMENT people heard of Mark's death, Kelly Harris had been flooded with phone calls and flowers and e-mails. The first to call was Sam Meadows, a coworker and close friend of Mark's.
"Kelly! My God. I can't believe it! I-I don't know what to say, I'm just devastated. Every time I turn around, I expect to see Mark there. Kelly-is there anything I can do for you?" "No, thank you, Sam." "Let's stay in touch. I want to be of help in any way I can…" After that came a dozen calls from Mark's friends, and from models Kelly worked with.
Bill Lerner, the head of the modeling agency, telephoned.
"Sit down, Mr. Kingsley," Senator Van Luven said.
Tanner took a seat. The senator studied him for a moment. "Frankly, I don't understand you." "Oh, really? I'm surprised, Senator. I thought I made myself perfectly clear. I feel-" "I know how you feel. But your company, Kingsley International Group, has contracts for many projects with our government, and yet you're challenging the government on the environment issue.
Isn't that bad for business?" Tanner said coldly, "This isn't about business, Senator Van Luven. This is about humanity. We're seeing the beginning of a disastrous global destabilization. I'm trying to get the Senate to allocate funds to correct it." Senator Van Luven said skeptically, "Some of those funds could go to your company, couldn't they?" "I don't give a damn who gets the money. I just want to see action taken before it's too late." Corinne Murphy said warmly, "That's admirable. You're a very unusual man." Tanner turned to her. "Miss Murphy, if you mean by that, that the majority of people seem to believe that money is more important than morals, I regret to say you're probably right." Karolee Trost spoke up. "I think what you're trying to do is wonderful." Senator Van Luven gave each of her assistants a disapproving look, then turned to Tanner. "I can't promise anything, but I will talk with my colleagues and get their point of view on the environmental issue. I will get back to you." "Thank you, Senator. I would be most appreciative." He hesitated. "Perhaps sometime when you're in Manhattan, I can take you around KIG and show you our operation. I think you might find it interesting." Senator Van Luven nodded indifferently. "I'll let you know." The meeting was over.
CHAPTER 12
FROM THE MOMENT people heard of Mark's death, Kelly Harris had been flooded with phone calls and flowers and e-mails. The first to call was Sam Meadows, a coworker and close friend of Mark's.
"Kelly! My God. I can't believe it! I-I don't know what to say, I'm just devastated. Every time I turn around, I expect to see Mark there. Kelly-is there anything I can do for you?" "No, thank you, Sam." "Let's stay in touch. I want to be of help in any way I can…" After that came a dozen calls from Mark's friends, and from models Kelly worked with.
Bill Lerner, the head of the modeling agency, telephoned.