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Jack Barns hung up his phone with a finger tap on the desk. He loved his desk, just like the one in the first Tron movie.
Screen, keyboard, phone, all touchscreen through the desktop glass. The only thing on the desktop was a bottle of mescal and a small glass, which Barns filled.
He grabbed the glass and walked to the floor to ceiling window of his office, looking out over Philadelphia. Louise entered the room, carrying some papers.
“Did you eat anything today?” she mothered.
“Those chicken wings at the lunch meeting, they were pretty good,” he said.
“Marilyn is here. Do you want to see her?”
“No. Send her in,” he said. Marilyn entered the room.
“Are you it? I thought we were having a meeting,” she said, heading to one of the few comfy seats in the room. She pulled out some papers and dropped her briefcase loudly on the floor, kicking it a few extra inches.
“Like a drink?” Barns said, tapping his desk.
“Can you get Ms. Ece a …” he got out before Louise entered and interrupted.