C7 The Meeting

Yeo flew back to New York.

He called a meeting of the board members and the full management team. Chuck Maitland had delegated authority to the people he knew he could rely on.

Pulling a tight-knit organization together, sworn to silence, everyone acting like a CIA suddenly converted to gentleness and love for human kind, required a lot of discretion.

And even more trust.

The projects must proceed without anyone outside TransGlobal knowing about it.

He was not naïve enough to think that people could get upset if Yeo’s dream were to be fully realized.

He could make a lot of people mad at him.

As he stood at the head of the conference table, Chuck sitting to his right, he beamed across the crowd of admiring faces.

The room was packed, the managers filling the room so much that they were leaning against the walls.

“Congratulations,” Yeo said. “I want to thank you all for an excellent job.”

“It didn’t make the papers,” Chuck said.

“Nowhere?”

“Nowhere.”

“The Israelis shut it down?”

“We’re not sure.”

“Maybe it’s just as well,” Yeo said. “It buys us a little more time to put the rest of those balls in play.”

“What’s next?” Chuck asked.

“Kenya,” Yeo said.