Jay strolled out of the office and grabbed a large Maltese brandy ...
"Soph, I hear Gregory fell off the wagon finally, The Hackers do have a habit of doing that to people. Wasn't
his day I guess. He'll hurt like hell in the morning, so best coffee on early please.
Did you manage to get him back to his billet ok? The last time he flew pissed, I had to buy out the insurance
company, and a couple of LPI officers. Really don't need a repeat of that little fiasco. Hide his keys.
Oh, and when you see Larry at lunchtime tomorrow, can you get him to pop one of his corporate Christmas
cards to Moriarty, he knows where, and get to him to put in the usual invoice."
He sat at the bar, and swilled the amber liquor round the glass ...
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."