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The Bay Area was too expensive.  He'd planned on finding an apartment
in the city, but it had quickly become apparent that this wasn't going
to happen.  He'd made a promise to himself that he wouldn't touch any
of the New York money while he was in New San Francisco.  He ended up with
a room in the compound.  No rent.
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Sonja visited him often.  Her room was just down the hall, so
presumably no one would notice as she came and went.  He'd lived
through worse.
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Taking on the family's assignments gave him time to think.  The
relative anonymity was a relief.  These weren't prestige jobs, where
his reputation hung in the balance of every minute decision made under
fire.  Mostly he just did as he was told.  The money wasn't great,
but, again, no rent.
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Maybe a month of this and he was ready to think about what had
happened back in Japan.  When he'd taken on that last job he realized immediately
that there was less preliminary data than he was accustomed to.  He
figured he'd have to work a little harder.  It hadn't occurred to him
that he was being set up for failure.  And why hadn't it occurred to
him?  It troubled him that he had missed even the most obvious clues.
He needed to pull himself together.
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He carried on in this fashion for some months.  The mindless work
allowed him much too much time to stew on his own failures.  By the
time the family was ready to make his interim position permanent he
was well and truly ready to leave.  But for some reason he stayed on.
He hadn't quite sorted it all out, and in any case they needed his
help.  He couldn't just abandon them to the lions.  He settled into
his role as the chief.  They even called him that: The Chief.
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The Chief wanted discipline.  Minds tended to wander.  He knew from
his naval experience that this was bad for propulsion; focus must be
sustained.  The first step would be to eliminate (or at least, curtail)
distractions.  He banned non\-work media from the compound.  Networking
had long been outlawed, but he replaced the honor system with
active countermeasures; devices would simply no longer work.
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Uniforms would now be required during shifts.  His own brown jacket
and fatigues would serve as a model.  Fright wig optional.
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Revisions would continue until morale improved.
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Before long, the family business was running just like a real
business.
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Maybe that was the problem.