That was the thought that Roy Mallory usually carried in his mind as he went about his business of Production and Coordination. And sometimes it effected his coordination, but never his production. As a TV producer, he was tops. And now, the youngest man in the sharpest of all businesses, he was assigned to handle the biggest "spectacular" of them all. To give you an idea of how highly regarded he was, having given him the assignment, Herman Fendler also gave him his secretary—but strictly on loan.
Roy's face was flushed as he walked back to his office, Edith beside him, Fendler's words still ringing in his ears.
"The Big Show!" he breathed. "Wow!"
"Not too big for you," said Edith.
"Not with you to handle the details," he returned, gallantly.
"That will be wise," she said.
"Huh?" he said.
"To let me do all the handling."
He flushed a different kind of flush now. "What makes you think...."