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        address. During her two years with TotalCare she had proven herself
        worthy of responsibility far in advance of her salary; the performance
        reviews by her superior were quite favorable. This was obviously no
        wet-behind-the-ears kid fresh out of state college.
          He  put  the  folder  aside  and  scowled  at  his  watch.  Timing  was
        everything,  he  decided,  but  you  needed  more  than  a  vague  trend
        analysis to decide whether to run with the bulls or the bears. Buying
        on  margin  had  seemed  like  a  good  way  to  make  a  killing  in  the
        market; the economy had not fallen into line with his expectations,
        however, and he was rapidly  approaching a day  of reckoning.  Past
        performance, as the prospectus always pointed out in very fine print,
        is no guarantee of future returns.
          Ms.  Collins  was  announced  via  intercom  and  entered  the  office
        briskly.  The  Chief  could  not  remember  if  he  had  ever  met  the
        woman, but, being a cranky and fastidious bachelor himself, he noted
        with approval her severe hairdo and no-nonsense navy blue suit. He
        stood  up  behind  his  desk  for  less  than  a  second.  Despite  her  flat
        heels they were virtually the same height.
          “Please sit down. What have you got for me?”
          She  sat  down  in  a  plush  visitor’s  chair  and  popped  open  her
        attaché case.
          “Dr. Bellarian—may I call you Chief? Everyone else does—thank
        you—Chief, in my time here as an internal auditor I have examined
        many  facets  of  TotalCare’s  operations.  Perhaps  I  overstepped  the
        boundaries of my job description, but I felt it my duty to go beyond
        specific  assignments  and  get  a  picture  of  the  entire  financial  flow,
        from billing to plant overhead to dispensary. Let me assure you I did
        all this on my own time. I’m only telling you this so you don’t think
        that  I  have  been  avoiding  work  that  should  have  been  done  on
        company time.”
          He  nodded  noncommittally,  unsure  of  where  her  remarks  were
        headed. The HMO always stayed strictly within the letter of the law
        and the cozy embrace of HMO industry regulators; no chance for a
        snooping  employee  to  find  an  irregularity  so  material  it  would
        warrant  blowing  the  whistle.  Providing  medical  care  within  the
        current legal latitudes of corporate accountability left plenty of wide-
        open spaces where profit could be gathered and, if necessary, hidden.
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