Forlesen closed it and leaned back in his chair, aware that inventorying the desk had depressed him. After a moment he remembered Fields’s saying that he would find a list of his responsibilities in the office, and discovered it on the top of the stack of papers Miss Fawn had left with him. It read:
Forlesen threw the paper in the wastebasket.
The second paper in the stack was headed “Sample Leadership Problem #105” and read:
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After reading the problem through twice, Forlesen picked up his telephone and dialed the number. A female voice said, “Mr. Fairchild’s office.”
Forlesen identified himself, and a moment later a masculine voice announced, “Eric Fairchild.”
“It’s about the leadership problem—number one oh five?”
“Oh, yes.” (Fairchild’s voice was hearty; Forlesen imagined him slapping backs and challenging people to Indian-wrestle at parties.) “I’ve had quite a few calls about that one. You can check as many answers as you like if they’re not mutually exclusive—okay?”
“That wasn’t what I was going to ask,” Forlesen said. “This girl’s work—”
“Wait a minute,” Fairchild said. And then, much more faintly, “Get me the Leadership file, Miss Fenton.”
“What did you say?” Forlesen asked.
“Wait a minute,” Fairchild said again. “If we’re going to dig into this thing in depth I want to have a copy of the problem in front of me. Thank you. Okay, you can shoot now. What did you say your name was?”
“Forlesen. I meant after you said, ‘Wait a minute,’ the first time. I thought I heard you call your secretary Miss Fenton.”
“Ha ha ha.”
“Didn’t you?”
“My secretary’s name is Mrs. Fairchild, Mr. Forlesen—no, she’s not my wife, if that’s what you’re thinking. Mr. Frick doesn’t approve of nepotism. She’s just a nice lady who happens to be named Mrs. Fairchild, and I was addressing Miss Fetton, who is filling in for her today.”
“Sorry,” Forlesen said.
“You wanted to ask about problem one hundred and five?”
“Yes, I wanted to ask—Well, for one thing, in what way is the young woman’s work unsatisfactory?”
“Just what it says on the sheet, whatever that is. Wait a minute; here it is.
“Yes,” Forlesen said, “but in what way has it been unsatisfactory?”
“I see what you’re getting at now, but I can’t very well answer that, can I? After all, the whole essence of Leadership Training involves presenting the participants with structured problems—you see what I mean? This is a structured problem. Miss Fenton, could I trouble you to go down to the canteen and get me some coffee? Take it out of petty cash. Now if I explained something like that to you, and not to the others, then it would have a different