"Nice job," said the man.
"Thank you, Mr. Willmes."
"Dralich shouldn't have anything to complain about. That crane should hold the whole damn city."
"It's very good alloy, sir."
"Yeah. Say, kid, you got a minute?"
"Yes sir."
"Let's go into Mullinson's office."
The big handsome man led the way into a small cubby-hole of a room. He motioned to a chair and sat on the edge of one desk.
"Kid, I never was one to beat around the bush. Somebody called in little while ago, gave me some crazy story about you not wanting the Transformation."
Mary said "Oh." Daddy had said it would have to happen, some day. This must be what he meant.