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“I don’t know if you noticed,” he said. “Some buying happening
on Golden Veins, and our order’s been filled.”
“I noticed the bids, but I hadn’t noticed them taking stock out of
the offers. It’s Robert’s stock. Can you call him and tell him?”
He looked at his screen to check Golden Veins again, then added,
“Walden was here. He wants to participate in a deep oil well in Texas.
A 10 percent interest. Sounded pretty good to me.”
“That’s good,” Logan said, then quipped, “Perhaps we might be
able to let go of some of his shit stock.”
“I hope so too. Make our people aware, and let’s keep our eyes
open.”
“Will do. We could position the people in Wheaton, a lot better
people.”
“Yes, true. We should look into it that way.”
“Oh, Dad, by the way … you were right about Susan.”
“What do you mean?”
“People talk about it in the office. The back office, I mean.”
“What did you hear?”
“Ruth in accounting says you plan to get married to Susan,”
Logan replied, laughing, then added, more seriously, “To be honest,
Dad, it caught me unprepared, but I told her she was mistaken. Did
I do right?”
“Yes, you did fine, son. It is funny. Really.”
Logan walked out and Eteo turned his chair toward the eastern
horizon and closed his eyes to relax for a few minutes. He liked to
do this now and then during the day, concentrating on his breathing,
relaxing his tensed muscles and letting his thoughts go where they
pleased. He called it giving himself a tune-up. After these interludes
he seemed to manage his stress more easily. He remembered his family
doctor calling his job a pressure cooker, and he wasn’t wrong. The
only good thing about the job was the money really. Everything else
about it was stressful, even sickening, often enough, especially when
he sometimes made the wrong call, as every broker did, and his
clients lost money or, worse, saw their whole investment go down
the drain. In those situations, Eteo had to work even harder to make
it up to the client, a tricky goal that was not always achievable.
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