condensed master

Will Bonner
from us."
The vacant doorway was suddenly filled by another figure. There had been no
time to gain his composure. It was Henry Goldsmith, the chief design engineer.
"Who the hell was that Will? He looked like something from an undertaker's
parlour, was he from the union?"
"Probably, he was asking directions."
"I've called to see you about the variation in Ramp voltage you're getting in the
accel circuit."
Will's brain was battling to get back to normal after his disturbing meeting with
the thin man. Henry couldn't have come at a worse time. The next few seconds
were embarrassing, but as he gained momentum technically, everything but the
electronics got pushed out of his mind.
Thoughts of the organization however, would now become more prominent
in his mind. When would they make contact again? Next week, next month, next
year? and what form would it take? The waiting was as torturous as the
involvement. He had built up a picture in Australia which buffered him to some
degree. Here, any future involving the organization was a void that emanated the
worst.
Will enjoyed his work but before very long Britain slipped into a deep
recession and the company shut down. He found himself at home with very limited
contacts to find other work. It was over one and a half years before he eventually
found a way out of his predicament.
Dorothy had found herself a position as typist in an office not very far away
from home and her consistent work habit saved the day financially, during this
troublesome period. The possibility of finding work in an environment where
literally thousands were being put off was practically impossible, and Will turned
to consulting, to try for a way forward.
Eventually, he found himself involved with a company who wanted to develop
it's own products, but did not have any technical knowhow. Very soon the work
demanded his full-time attention and for the next couple of years it became his sole
source of income. It was inevitable that he would eventually join the company and
he did so as a technical director.
During this period they bought an old cottage, a short walk across a field from
Will's office. Louise and Mark were going on to college and university and in the
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