5.h
Robotic
employee parts covered the hallway floors.
Corporate Man and Senior Executive had gone through the swarm of Jacks
and Bettys like weed-whackers through ornamental grass.
“It’s
him. I know it’s him,” said Corporate
Man.
He dislodged the arms of a Jack unit then kicked it in the face,
snapping its head around one hundred and eighty degrees. “Professor Inflation.”
“Is your PDA
getting a signal in here?” Senior Executive asked.
Corporate Man
lifted the small electronic device from his jacket pocket and pressed some
buttons.
“Yes.”
“Good. Let me see it,” Senior Executive said, taking
the PDA from Corporate Man.
“What are you
doing?”
“I’m moving
all my investments and the bulk of my savings accounts into precious metals and
other commodities that still post gains during inflationary periods. If we are going up against Professor
Inflation, I need to make sure my portfolio is strong.”