notanotherbookreview

  SHERATON in 2250. Not much works, but meeting is scheduled. After the dissolution of the Old Fed, Corporate Business Estates consider Paradise Gardens. Chapter 2 Year 2250, The Earth’s Surface   The Selling of Paradise Gardens If Madge Chilton wasn’t sure she was alive, it was clear she wasn’t dead. The problem was a matter of personal style and professional necessity. Being pleasant and agreeable was the stock and trade of public relations. Who cared about the emotional burn-out after decades of calculated pleasantness—her real personality mourned like a memory? Eject self-pity , she thought, crossing the eerily deserted lobby of the crumbling New York Sheraton. You can’t afford it. Wasn’t it her reputation for equa nimity that helped her win Paradise Gardens? Madge reached the peeling brown and gold enam eled elevator doors and hit the Up button. Where was Security at 9:30 Sunday morning? The confe...