Each morning William Grainger received two packages.

One was the takings, profits and margins from the previous day. The other was his lunch always packed in a brown paper bag and always containing a vegemite sandwich and an apple.

William Grainger sat at the same desk he had always sat at, its weathered and faded façade was what he liked about it, a little like himself he would say.

Today he saw that his company was worth in excess of seven billion dollars and his latest venture was reaping profits beyond his imagination. He studiously made his way through the figures in front of him and did his own calculations. It was his company he figured so he wanted to retain his hands on it as long as he could.

Satisfied he had the numbers right he packed the papers back into its package and summoned his assistant Edna, an ageing woman who had worked as his assistant since he had taken over the running of the company some forty-five years ago. He had Edna understood each other and she knew when to step forward and when to not.

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