As summer lazily conceded another month, Donald received a call from Henry Hellis.
"Hello, Donald?"
"Yes."
"This is Henry Hellis."
"Hi."
"Hi. It was tough convincing your people to patch me through."
"Yeah, I have an answering service now. My number gets hundreds of calls a day."
"Well it was conscientious of you to put your employer on the short list."
"Of course."
"I hear you're having trouble with the Yadsmud project."
"Not me. I'm not the one having trouble. It's coming along nicely, actually. It's all I've been focused on the past couple of weeks."
"Oh. That's better news than I've been hearing. When do you think you'll have something for the client?"
"Two weeks ago."
"What?"
"I sent the next version in to Amy, but Ronald told me you weren't going to use it."
"What? Why not?"
"He didn't want to release code he couldn't understand. I don't have time to document it."
"That son of a bitch! We are about to lose this client. That's what he needs to understand. Oh my God. Just send it directly to me."
"If you can wait until tomorrow night, I'll give you the latest version."
"That's fine. From now on, you deal directly with me. I'm your Project Manager now.
"Okay."
"You have no boss but me. Don't listen to Ronald or Amy."
"Good. Sounds good to me."
"Thank you, Donald. You saved this company."
"Huh?"
"You kept programming when those idiots told you not to. You just have an intuitive knowledge of... wait, no. This must be part of your... mission or something."
"A mission," Donald smiled. "I like that. It makes it so clear. I'm on a mission from God. I got my instructions."
"How is a search engine part of a mission from God?"
"When I'm done, you can ask it."
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