Dorothy?” Michael added, not
wanting to go further down the road of discussing his personal
plans at the Board meeting.
“Next is to do
nothing sudden,” Dorothy joked and they smiled. “We should continue
on with our current policy to seek a Stock Exchange quotation down
the normal route. However we should consider ways of taking Howlett
Holdings over and so accelerate our plans, using that company as a
vehicle.”
“ Good, good,” Michael said, happy they had a way forward. “End
of agenda. Any other business?”
There were no
further comments and the board began to gather up their papers.
I have a
document for the next meeting, may I circulate?” Dorothy asked.
“Are we going
into this now, it’s not an agenda item?” Michael asked looking
doubtfully at the unread document Dorothy was passing around with
John’s help.
“No, I wanted
to hand out the paper personally. These are private papers
concerning Howlette Holdings. Don’t leave them lying about.”
“All right,”
Michael said, “Now gentlemen,” he intoned solemnly, “you and your
reports have budgets for Revenues, costs, and capital spend,
working capital. We must stay on budget. Any major deviations to be
reported to John or Dorothy. Understood?”
“Understood,”
they said in unison.
“Any problems
talk in advance to John, any unexpected Financial needs, talk in
advance to John. Before taking anything to this Board, I want John
to have a position on any major financial before we discuss it in
future. Understood?”
“Understood,”
they all intoned, looking at John with respect, realizing that John
would have to be consulted when they wanted any major spend.
Clearly John had full backing from Michael.
“ Thank you,” Michael added. “Meeting is ended. Back to the wars
people.”
They packed
up.
Peter sighed.
He hated the discipline of the board meeting, having to be on his
toes for such a long time.
He stuffed
Dorothy’s final paper into his inside pocket. When he got a chance
he would read it at home. He hated accounts.
Back in his
office Peter’s secretary stuck her head around the door with a
smile.
“Peter. We have
a consultant waiting to see you. She says that she has been
commissioned by Associated Finance. Mentioned ISO Registration. A
Ms. Janet Simmons. Will you see her?
Chapter
eight
Peter sipped
his coffee and waited. He was expecting some serious middle-aged
factory inspector type. He was pleasantly surprised when Janet
Simmons was ushered in.
Janet was
dressed in a brown suit with a short skirt. The sight of her took
Peter’s breath away. Janet was inwardly amused at his obvious
reaction to her appearance.
“Coffee?” he
offered.
“Please.”
Peter lifted an
eyebrow to his secretary who went to get the coffee.
He indicated to
a chair at his conference table and Janet sat down. Peter had a
quick look at the papers on his desk while his secretary brought
the coffee for Janet.
Janet was
highly nervous, something which was not given away by her outer
appearance. This was her first contact with O’Byrne’s. She had done
her homework on her ISO Registration cover story and she was
confident that her story would hold up. Despite having seen his
photograph in the local newspapers announcing his appointment, she
was surprised at Peter’s youthful appearance. Young for a Director,
but she decided, as the boss’s son not unexpected.
Crawford’s
parting words were clear in her head. “You are in the big league
now girl,” he had said, “Pull off this deal and you are in for a
six figure sum as discussed.”
She had not
liked the way he had spoken, “Use all your talents,” he had
instructed, “the stakes are high. Get set up in Dublin. Then
contact me. I will come to Dublin once or twice to get first hand
progress reports. We want to pull this off in three months at the
outside.”
Six figures in
three months if she could pull it off. Janet had thought of
wanting to go further down the road of discussing his personal
plans at the Board meeting.
“Next is to do
nothing sudden,” Dorothy joked and they smiled. “We should continue
on with our current policy to seek a Stock Exchange quotation down
the normal route. However we should consider ways of taking Howlett
Holdings over and so accelerate our plans, using that company as a
vehicle.”
“ Good, good,” Michael said, happy they had a way forward. “End
of agenda. Any other business?”
There were no
further comments and the board began to gather up their papers.
I have a
document for the next meeting, may I circulate?” Dorothy asked.
“Are we going
into this now, it’s not an agenda item?” Michael asked looking
doubtfully at the unread document Dorothy was passing around with
John’s help.
“No, I wanted
to hand out the paper personally. These are private papers
concerning Howlette Holdings. Don’t leave them lying about.”
“All right,”
Michael said, “Now gentlemen,” he intoned solemnly, “you and your
reports have budgets for Revenues, costs, and capital spend,
working capital. We must stay on budget. Any major deviations to be
reported to John or Dorothy. Understood?”
“Understood,”
they said in unison.
“Any problems
talk in advance to John, any unexpected Financial needs, talk in
advance to John. Before taking anything to this Board, I want John
to have a position on any major financial before we discuss it in
future. Understood?”
“Understood,”
they all intoned, looking at John with respect, realizing that John
would have to be consulted when they wanted any major spend.
Clearly John had full backing from Michael.
“ Thank you,” Michael added. “Meeting is ended. Back to the wars
people.”
They packed
up.
Peter sighed.
He hated the discipline of the board meeting, having to be on his
toes for such a long time.
He stuffed
Dorothy’s final paper into his inside pocket. When he got a chance
he would read it at home. He hated accounts.
Back in his
office Peter’s secretary stuck her head around the door with a
smile.
“Peter. We have
a consultant waiting to see you. She says that she has been
commissioned by Associated Finance. Mentioned ISO Registration. A
Ms. Janet Simmons. Will you see her?
Chapter
eight
Peter sipped
his coffee and waited. He was expecting some serious middle-aged
factory inspector type. He was pleasantly surprised when Janet
Simmons was ushered in.
Janet was
dressed in a brown suit with a short skirt. The sight of her took
Peter’s breath away. Janet was inwardly amused at his obvious
reaction to her appearance.
“Coffee?” he
offered.
“Please.”
Peter lifted an
eyebrow to his secretary who went to get the coffee.
He indicated to
a chair at his conference table and Janet sat down. Peter had a
quick look at the papers on his desk while his secretary brought
the coffee for Janet.
Janet was
highly nervous, something which was not given away by her outer
appearance. This was her first contact with O’Byrne’s. She had done
her homework on her ISO Registration cover story and she was
confident that her story would hold up. Despite having seen his
photograph in the local newspapers announcing his appointment, she
was surprised at Peter’s youthful appearance. Young for a Director,
but she decided, as the boss’s son not unexpected.
Crawford’s
parting words were clear in her head. “You are in the big league
now girl,” he had said, “Pull off this deal and you are in for a
six figure sum as discussed.”
She had not
liked the way he had spoken, “Use all your talents,” he had
instructed, “the stakes are high. Get set up in Dublin. Then
contact me. I will come to Dublin once or twice to get first hand
progress reports. We want to pull this off in three months at the
outside.”
Six figures in
three months if she could pull it off. Janet had thought of
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