Anyone care to guess where this is going?
At any rate, five minutes on the clock and away we go –
“How certain are you?” Mr. Smith asked as soon as Jenkins had left.
“Better than eighty percent,” Jones replied, clenching his hands.
“Not for anything this big. We have some idea, but….”
“Do what you can. Start setting it all in motion, on my authority, and I’ll sign off on whatever you need.”
It won’t be enough, Jones thought; it won’t be nearly enough.
“What are you doing? Quit wasting time! get out of here and start calling. I’ll do the same from my end.”
“And the president?” Jones asked over his shoulder as he lunged for the door.
“I’ll let him know. You do what you can, you’re covered.”
“Yes, sir,” Jones said. The door closed and Mr. Smith fell into his chair.
“We’ll all do what we can,” he told the empty room.
And that’s where I have to stop… because have you ever had your dog come to you, whining, needing to go out RIGHT NOW? Because that just happened, and so I lost two minutes. Sorry, but there are no restarts on this train, we roll down the tracks with what we have. See you next week, and if you have a guess on where this is going, feel free to let me know.