Tom was a sharply dressed man. Always. You noticed him as
soon as he walked into a room, and this particular room was an office on the
second floor. “Thanks for going over the financials in my business case”
“Of, no problem Tom, always happy to help”
“You’re a champ Sarah” Sarah tucked a lock of her curly
auburn hair behind her ear. In the process dropping a bundled up tissue out of
her sleeve. “Ah, sorry. I just can’t get used to the cold here. I feel like
I’ve been sick for months.”
“It’s chilly out there alright” The two of them looked out
of the small window in Sarah’s office. The white of the snow bent and curved
and somehow managed to make lines against the other whiteness that gave
impression that there was maybe something under the snow.
“So, does it look ok to you? Do the numbers all seem to
stack up?”
“Oh yeah, it’s all fine really. Just maybe a thing or two”
Sarah seemed a little uncertain. Tom looked back at her expectantly, waiting
for her to speak first.
“I mean, the hurdle rate you’ve used is correct. And the NPV
looks good… the payback period should get signed off…” She was looking more
uncomfortable.
“What is it Sarah? I’m happy to relook at the numbers if
need be. You know, when you go and see the Big Guy, it’s more of a sales pitch
than a math lesson. The detail needs to stack up, but he’s more about the whole
scheme”
Sarah had seen plenty of sales pitches that relied on
inflated sales to make the business case stick. “Yeah, I understand. The
numbers are all fine, they’re good in fact.”
“Great” a beaming, charming smile.
Sarah didn’t like to have her name associated with something
if she wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. “If there is a weakness… well, it’s
that, the whole thing kind of hinges on this one revenue item for it to work.
This um… ransom amount. If you receive the full billion then there shouldn’t be
any problems with the financial side of things.”
“Look, I know what you’re thinking, and to be honest I
thought I’d leant more on the conservative side with that figure. The whole
thing with a Death Ray is that well, it’ll cause a whole lot of death, and
destruction. The world governments will do anything to stop the Big Guy from
using it. In fact, I think he’s going to love this proposal. It’s classic
stuff, the sort of thing he made his name on.”
Sarah sighed, at least internally she sighed, she didn’t
want to get into an argument. She’d had so many since she’d arrived here at the
hidden building in the middle of nowhere, frozen into secrecy. The conversation
paused for a moment and they found themselves looking out the window again,
each taking a metal deep breath in silence. The contemplative mood was broken
suddenly though, when the siren started to sound, and gunfire could be heard
from the floor below. Sarah was
panicked, looking around for her coat and hat. Tom, for his part was clam, he just
pulled a pair of gloves from his suit pocket and started putting them on.
“Don’t you have a coat or something warmer?” Sarah asked him as she gathered up
the papers for the business case and stuffed them into a file as they were
rushing out into the hallway and towards the stairwell “I’ll be fine. And
unless that’s your CV, I wouldn’t bother bringing it. I don’t think there’ll be
any cause to show up for work tomorrow.”
Stunned and panicked, Sarah didn’t quite take in what Tom
was saying, she clutched the file to her chest, maybe just for warmth as they
stepped out into the pale milky cold of the afternoon. This had always been a
possibility, and she had a bag packed in her car at all times. It was time to
put the plan into action, straight to the airport and onto the first flight
going somewhere warm.
Bullets were flying but she hardly noticed as she ran to her
car. She glanced back to see where Tom was but he wasn’t behind her. It looked
like there was a man, lightly dressed, maybe just in a suit, walking in the
snow away from the building. “Oh well” she muttered to herself “I don’t care if
you freeze anyway” and she drove away from the chaos and cracking of gunshots.
It was halfway to the airport when she looked down to the passenger seat. She
still had the business plan. Maybe a billion dollars was optimistic, but a
death ray could still be made to work financially.