Lester held up a hand. "We don't have any market research, Kettlewell, because we don't have a business-manager on the team anymore. Perry's been taking that over as well as his regular work, and he's been working himself sick for you. We're flying by the seat of our pants here because you haven't sent us a pilot." "You need an MBA to tell you not to turn your workplace into a slum?" Kettlewell said. He was boiling. Suzanne very carefully pulled out her pad and wrote this down. It was all she had, but sometimes it was enough. Kettlewell noticed. "Get out," he said. "I want to talk with these two alone." "No," Suzanne said. "That's not our deal. I get to document everything. *That's* the deal." Kettlewell glared at her, and then he deflated. He sagged and took two steps to the chair behind Perry's desk and collapsed into it. "Put the notebook away, Suzanne, please?" She silently shook her head at him. He locked eyes with her for a moment, then nodded curtly. She resumed writing. "Guys, the major shareholders are going to start dumping their stock this week. A couple of pension funds, a merchant bank. It's about ten, fifteen percent of the company. When that happens, our ticker price is going to fall by sixty percent or more." "They're going to short us because they don't like what we've done here?" Perry said. "Christ, that's ridiculous!" Kettlewell sighed and put his face in his hands, scrubbed at his eyes. "No, Perry, no. They're doing it because they can't figure out how to value us. Our business units have an industry-high return on investment, but there's not enough of them. We've only signed a thousand teams and we wanted ten thousand, so ninety percent of the money we had to spend is sitting in the bank at garbage interest rates. We need to soak up that money with big projects -- the Hoover Dam, Hong Kong Disneyland, the Big Dig. All we've got are little projects." "So it's not our fault then, is it?" Lester said. Perry was staring out the window. "No, it's not your fault, but this doesn't help. This is a disaster waiting to turn into a catastrophe." "Calm down, Landon," Perry said. "Calm down for a sec and listen to me, OK?" Kettlewell looked at him and sighed. "Go ahead." "There are more than a billion squatters worldwide. San Francisco has been giving out tents and shopping carts ever since they ran out of shelter beds in the nineties. From Copenhagen to Capetown, there are more and more people who are going off the grid, often in the middle of cities." Suzanne nodded. "They farm Detroit, in the ruins of old buildings. Raise crops and sell them. Chickens, too. Even pigs."