ABSTRACT
Steve Sawyer, Enterride’s vice chair, took a last glance at the menu, trying to decide between a chicken salad wrap or the big juicy cheeseburger, lately conscious about his weight after one of his brothers had a mild heart attack a month ago. He closed the menu. He’d order after his boss, Frank Kent, did. The two of them had slipped out to have lunch together between meetings. Frank ordered the cheeseburger platter, and that clinched it for Steve; he caved in and opted for the same.
