"The Front Office like what I did?" asked Whitemarsh puffing on his pipe.
"Well." There was a slight pause. "All the scientists on the board are behind you to a man. But the business men, the advertising boys and accountants, well ... you know how they are."
"What's eating them?"
"The lab didn't release any new products this past year. Development and even Advertising are pretty much slowed down."
"That's right. We've got some good products about ready, but we're making a final check before release. Don't you think we sent out a lot of junk before?"
"We sure did, even in my time though I tried to stop it. But the development boys want something, anything."
"Well?" asked Whitemarsh.
"So they'd probably rather run the risk of getting something bad than nothing at all."
"They won't!"
"That's right, they never will again. Now, I know that the products you have ready are going to be good and I'm not worried about them. All we have to do is keep the business geniuses out of our hair for another six months."