Chapter 12

The next few days were as busy as any I recalled. Everyone was pulling their weight, and more. The market study and plant design projects were underway. Combinitech was promising the compound library by late December and expected to have the assay results by the end of the third week of January. No one had had much of a holiday.

We'd had our progress meeting which we'd combined with our meeting with Walt to work out the patent filings. He would be getting the patent attorneys going on the basics of the patents and work out the specifications and claims as soon as Combinitech got the data to us. We anticipated filing at least 6 patents.

I'd talked to our bankers and gotten an informal commitment to a line of credit up to twenty million at prime plus one-half of a percent. They would be sending the papers over to Walt and to our accountants to review.

It was noon Wednesday, the ambulance authority party was tomorrow evening, and I was beat.

I tossed the file I'd been studying on the desk and walked out to Marian's office. She looked a bit frazzled, too.

"Marian, I'm going to head out early. I won't be back until probably about noon Friday. The party is tomorrow night and I plan to unwind a bit. Since I'm going to be uh, consuming "adult beverages" I'll be getting a room at the Mariott for the night, so I won't be home. You can reach me by paging me on my cell, I'm going to have the ringer off and let stuff go to voicemail unless it's an emergency."