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“I am quitting,” Saito said to his desk. “I am quitting and going to go run an airline.”

...


“You were making crystal meth,” Saito said. “In the school chemistry lab. And you blew it up.”

The boy’s head tilted. “Would you believe that I was going to sell it to raise money to help take care of my dying grandmother? Who helps orphans? And cats? Orphan cats?”

...


Saito sighed and contemplated the finer things in life. A cup of tea. Some sushi. A private jet to Maui.

His secretary paged in. “I have Robert Fischer here to see you. He says that he wants to go to virtual school because his fabulous cheekbones keep making his teachers faint and he can’t learn anything?”

Maui, he heard, was nice this time of year.