He came back quickly and sat down again. "Zankor," he said, "set up a meeting with the top brass for this afternoon. I'll talk with the Trontar privately."
The Zankor saluted and was on his way out the door when the Accountant spoke again. "And Zankor...."
"Yes, Sir?"
"I should be very unhappy if the top brass here—the present top brass—found out about this material the Trontar brought."
The Zankor swallowed hard and assured the Accountant that he understood ... "Sir."
Then we were alone and the Accountant was suddenly a kindly old man who invited me to sit down and relax. I did. I really let go and stretched out, I forgot everything I'd ever been taught as a child or had learned on my climb to the status of Trontar. I relaxed and he had me.