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The Decimator

        of once-blond hair. It also limned the sagging belly and shoulders of
        a large man past his physical prime.
          “What’s  the  plan?”  Sunderbar,  despite  his  slouching  posture,
        showed no weakness in the sharpness of his glance.
          Hathaway resumed his resumed his position behind the desk. His
        gaunt frame stretched back in the leather executive chair.
          “So  you’d  like  to  get  right  down  to  basics,  eh?  All  right.  Your
        campaign manager signed a contract with us yesterday, as you know.
        Therefore, as a client of Iconoplast, you may expect total frankness
        from  me  and  my  employees—as  well  as  complete  discretion.
        Whatever strategy we agree upon will be implemented in the most
        professional manner possible. But I no longer need to sell you on our
        services: from this point on, we will have to function as a team. My
        fees will be collected, regardless of your success in the senatorial race.
        Therefore, I hope you see that it is in your best interest to support
        our plan and not deviate from it without consulting us first.”
          Sunderbar waved his hand impatiently. “Yes, yes, I know all  that.
        Don’t you think my years before the camera taught me how to follow
        directions? But I must approve the script: a lot of this is my money as
        well as my backers—who will remain anonymous, even to you. And
        you can bet you’ll be in hot water if I lose this election to that Greek
        bastard Constantine Kalogeros; nobody wants to hire a loser’s media
        consultant. Just so we understand each other, Will. I’ve been looking
        for  a  chance  to  get  into  politics  for  a  long  time,  and  this  is  my
        golden opportunity. So I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t the best in
        the business. My manager showed me some of your stuff: that job
        you did on killing the school bonds was a piece of work. And I never
        realized  you  were  behind  Simon  Sledge—he  hadn’t  been  given  a
        prayer before those TV spots exposing Crabtree’s roots in organized
        labor.”
          “Yes,  an  interesting  case.  You,  of  course,  are  in  a  much  better
        position than Sledge held at the beginning of his campaign. You’ve
        got name recognition and the residuum of an image based on your
        movies. And that is what we must build upon. The public is going to
        respond  best  to  reminders  of  the  manly  virtues  you  displayed  on
        celluloid. Excuse me a moment.”


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