Chapter 8
On Wednesday morning two things were delivered to The Firm. One 
was a printout of a picture e-card, sent from her hotel on Ibiza, from 
Denise to "All at The Firm". Denise had written, "Having a great time, 
nightlife is wonderful!" and signed it with a kiss. Elaine pinned it up on 
the notice board, as was usual for holiday postcards. Stan noticed it as 
he went for a coffee that morning.

He read the card and smiled, thinking, 'So much for spending the 
nights in bed!' He just hoped Denise was being careful.

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The other delivery was the first preproduction samples of Anne's chip. 
These had been assembled quickly and flown to the UK. Anne and her 
team leapt on them.

The delivery paperwork for the samples came to Harry's desk as the 
Materials man. He called to Stan from across the office, "Just one day 
early. Still, it's better than late!"

Stan agreed, but asked if he could see the paperwork that Shucor had 
sent. Stan said, "Help yourself," and got back to his PC.

Grabbing the paperwork, Stan went back to his desk and began 
running through it. He was still uneasy, feeling that there was 
something 'not right' about it all.

Later that afternoon, he went to see Anne in the lab, and asked how 
things were going. "Fine," she answered, "We can already tell it's 
fundamentally sound." Still, he had that 'something's wrong' feeling.

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The next day, the fertilizer hit the impellor blade. Anne came storming 
in to see Stan.

"There's something wrong. Shucor has made an error. Can we check 
their data?"

Stan quickly put aside his current, rather routine, work and made a 
space available on his desk. Anne strode purposefully over and sat 
next to him.

"I thought the chip worked?" he asked.

"It does. Well, it does, but not quite to the design specification. That 
means it won't work for our customers, which means we'll have to re-
spin it. Which means we'll miss the delivery date in any case. We've 
got to find what Shucor did, so we can prove their liability!"

Anne was nothing if not completely convinced that it wasn't, and 
couldn't have been, her fault. Stan, for his part, was not pleased at all 
that even though his instinct had been right he hadn't been able to 
track anything down.

So, Stan asked a few questions about the nature of the fault. It was 
what was known as a parametric error - it all worked fine, but 
something was in the wrong range. In this case, where the device 
should have been sending a signal on a particular frequency, it actually 
sent it out on something else.

"It'll be easy enough to fix, but I want to know what's caused it. We 
ran check after check on that silicon, I'm sure we didn't miss anything.

Stan said that he'd recheck everything from his end as well, but he 
was sure that Shucor had fabricated that silicon exactly the same way 
as usual.

That evening the lights were burning late at The Firm. It was a small 
fault, but it could cost them thousands and harm their reputation. 
Anne and her team were trying to do two things at once: to fix the 
design and to find out what exactly had gone wrong with it.

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It was almost midnight when Stan, eyes red and puffy, drained yet 
another cup of coffee. He'd been in touch with Shucor's representative 
in the UK to ask if there were any unusual circumstances or problems 
with the chip when it was made, and he'd been instantly assured that 
no, there was nothing, but they'd check anyway.

"Standard response!" Stan had told Bob, Anne and Percy.

"They never, ever admit to a fault, do they?" said Percy.

"Well, they may not admit it, but they've made an error somewhere!" 
asserted Anne. They went back to their investigation. Bob and Percy 
had left about eleven, leaving Anne's hard-pressed team in the lab and 
Stan alone at his desk in the fluorescent light.

"These are preproduction samples," he told himself. "They are made 
on the same production facilities as normal parts, but they go to the 
head of the queue. Otherwise they should be identical to normal full-
production units.

"Ok, let's compare the process flow of these versus the process flow of 
one of our other parts made there."

He found a suitable set of papers, cleared space on his desk for what 
seemed like the hundredth time, and laid them out side-by-side.

'It all looks okay to me, still...' he thought.

"Wait. They've used a different bonder."

The connections between the silicon chip itself and the outside world 
were made using gold wire, very thin gold wire. A 'bonder' was a 
machine that, effectively, "stitched" the wire in the right place, from 
the edge of the silicon chip itself to the connection on the legs of the 
part.

Shucor had met a roadblock. The bonder that was normally used for 
this had a different machine number to the one used on Anne's parts. 
Well, probably nothing. Stan decided to look closer.

They'd used thinner bond wire!

Still probably nothing, he told himself. Had it been thicker it would be 
likely to cause trouble, but thinner... well, he'd better tell Anne 
anyway.

He got up and walked over into the lab.

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Anne's team looked very stressed indeed. He took a look at Anne's 
face and reversed, walking instead to the coffee machine. He poured a 
cup, black, added extra sugar and took it to her.

"Thanks, Stan," she said a little absently. Anne looked tired out and 
not a little frayed around the edges. She made a face at the old, 
scorched coffee, but sipped it gratefully anyway.

"I noticed something," began Stan, "They've used thinner bond wire. 
Does that help?"

Anne looked at him blankly for a moment. She felt exhausted. Then 
she looked intently at Stan again.

"How much thinner?" she asked.

"Twenty percent," replied Stan. "It's a low power device, but I 
wondered whether the thinner wire might have an effect due to its 
higher impedance."

The two discussed the finding for a while, with Anne growing 
increasingly animated. Finally she grabbed Stan's hand and dragged 
him over to her computer.

"Do you know, we've had a collective intellectual failure in here. We've 
been considering what had gone wrong with the chip, not with the 
whole package. I think you've found it!" Now she was getting excited.

She called her team together and gave rapid, terse instructions. "It 
should be easy enough to test now that we know what to look for. 
Let's go!"

Stan stayed around in the lab, fetching coffee and water and generally 
trying to be supportive. Finally, around half past one in the morning, 
Anne gathered her tired troops together for a final discussion before 
going home. They talked quietly, and then Anne sent them home, 
saying, "Thanks everyone. We're all tired, there's no more to be done 
tonight in any case. I think we now know what's happened; we can 
prove it to our satisfaction tomorrow and get in touch with Shucor. Go 
home. Shoo!"

She approached Stan and said, tiredly, "You found it. Congratulations. 
Now help me to my car before I fall over!"

On the way to her car in the darkened car park, Stan said, "I thought 
you young things had more stamina. It's not even two o'clock yet."

She punched his arm tiredly. "You try concentrating for that long. I 
ought to have taken a break earlier, but I was so frustrated."

They came to Anne's sports car, an electric-blue Mazda MX-5.

"Are you okay to drive?" he asked the beautiful, but exhausted, 
designer.

"I might have to crawl into my bed, but I'll be fine. I'll see you 
tomorrow, Stan. Well... later today I guess. Good night."

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Friday morning, well, later Friday morning, Stan was woken by his 
alarm. He groaned, hauled his weary self out of bed and shuffled 
through his morning routine.

"Christ, it was easier getting out of bed when I was in my twenties," 
he complained. There was no reply.

Still, Stan felt pretty pleased with himself. Now that Anne's team knew 
what had happened and that it wasn't their fault, their morale would 
be sky-high this morning. Perhaps the preproduction samples were no 
good, but even then they'd be able to get a lot of the work done.

The main production lot was due in a couple of weeks. So the delay, 
while serious, wouldn't be fatal, even if the samples they had were not 
good enough to provide as 'alpha' test devices to certain important 
customers. Actually, Stan had a feeling that they'd be fine for the 
purpose, especially if said customers were kept properly informed.

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Stan's arrival at work was greeted by a call of "Well done!" from Bob. 
The Managing Director, who was away on a business trip, would be 
checking in later by phone to check up on progress, and there was 
already a pile of emails making inquiries, demanding reports and so 
on. Having an answer made fending him off much easier for Bob!

Stan and Bob made a good team themselves, and with Elizabeth 
dealing with routine matters the two men fell into their normal 
dovetailed roles. Bob was much better at dealing with people than 
Stan was, so while Stan was completing his report on Anne's chip Bob 
was arranging a video-conference with Shucor. Stan would feed 
information to Bob while the negotiations went on.

At lunchtime Anne found Stan, and thanked him once again. She 
looked tired but happy, and told him that calculation and simulation 
showed that the actual production devices would be "just about spot 
on!"

Around three o'clock, Stan received an email from Percy. It invited him 
to a 'success' party that Anne and her team were having that evening. 
Percy told him that it was his insight that led to them being able to 
declare the chip a success, saving them thousands of pounds and 
weeks of time, and he was pleased to invite Stan along with the team.

Stan phoned Percy.

"Thanks for the invite," said Stan.

"You're welcome," Percy replied. "Oh, I forgot to say, we'll be going to 
Apricots so you'll need to wear a jacket and tie. I hope that's all right?

"Going all-out, then? No problem."

"Good," said Percy, continuing "We'll go in the company minibus and 
my car, picking up here at eight tonight. See you then."

"Goody, I don't have to worry about drinking!" said Stan. He'd get a 
cab to The Firm tonight.

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Stan decided to wear his 'dancing outfit', so he pressed his suit and 
white shirt, got out a suitable tie and polished those old shoes. To help 
along with the ironing he put on some music.

He was going to play some Meatloaf, but then realized what listening 
to those songs would probably do to him, so instead he played Paul 
Young's excellent No Parlez. It was fun pressing his shirt along to Iron 
Out The Rough Spots!

After the ironing he showered, shaved and ran a comb through his 
hair. A glance in the mirror made him smile; there was no way he was 
going to get the part of the next James Bond! But he decided he was 
presentable. He felt Caron's agreement, and told her 'You're Biased!' 
but in truth he felt good, he knew he'd done a good job this week and 
everyone likes a little recognition for their efforts.

It was half-past seven by the time he was ready. The cab arrived, and 
took him off to The Firm. He could see the Mercedes Viano minibus 
and Percy's black BMW 320iES by the main door as the cab pulled up 
in front of it.

A couple of the engineers were already there along with Percy so he 
chatted idly with them while waiting. Before long Anne's blue Mazda 
swept through the front gates and into the car park, coming to a stop 
scant feet from the minibus.

Anne emerged from the car and Stan's eyes went wide. She looked 
stunning in a blue sparkling cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, which 
showed a lot of décolletage. The slim blonde's cleavage was certainly 
noticeable! The dress ended at mid-calf, showing some wonderful leg 
finished by a lovely pair of open-toed gold shoes, and dark glittery 
blue painted toenails.

Stan hadn't really thought about it, but now he realized that since he'd 
been asked to dress up, Anne would've had to as well. She'd certainly 
dressed to impress. As he was watching, Anne reached back into her 
car and pulled out a warm looking coat that she slipped over her 
shoulders.

Stan found himself caught between wanting to go over and 
congratulate Anne on her look, and wanting to hide from the 
devastatingly beautiful blonde. Before he could jog himself in to action 
one way or another Percy made an announcement,

"Well, we're all here. I'll take my car with Rick, Joseph and Phil, and 
the rest of you, could you please go in the minibus?  Graham's offered 
to drive."

Graham, one of the engineers in a different group, was a tolerant, 
likeable guy who often drove the minibus for various functions, as he 
was a teetotaller. It got him many more invites to these than would 
otherwise have been the case, and Graham could "enjoy himself 
without recourse to alcohol" as he liked to put it, so everyone was 
happy.

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Stan spent the journey in the Viano trying not to stare at Anne. This 
wasn't easy, as he was sitting next to her. Anne was upbeat, almost 
high, while Stan's eyes were continually drawn to her beauty. He 
hoped he wasn't making a fool of himself and embarrassing Anne.

Apricots was a restaurant set just outside the town, which had a 
deserved reputation for good food, good wine and great atmosphere. 
It had taken a call from the Managing Director of The Firm to get 
tables for them at such short notice. 

Approaching from the main road, you turned left into a gravel 
driveway, which led into a sort of courtyard. The main restaurant 
building was to the right, while to the left was an old stable used as 
offices. There were a limited number of motel style rooms on the third 
side, directly in front of the minibus as Graham pulled into the 
courtyard.

As they entered the restaurant they were relieved of their coats and 
the hostess greeted them,

"Good evening ladies, gentlemen. I assume you're the party from The 
Firm?" On being assured by Percy that yes, they were, she told them, 
"Your tables will be ready in a few minutes, in the meantime the bar is 
over here," conducting the group to some chairs and stools over to 
their left.

Stan meekly followed the others as they headed for the bar. He hadn't 
been here for a while and he looked to see if anything had changed. 
He noticed a cleared area just beyond the bar, about ten feet square, 
and thought it might have been a small dance area. The only other 
thing he noted was that the last time he'd been here it had been 
Christmastime, and the place looked very different without all those 
decorations.

He got his drink - he settled for a Gin and Tonic as an aperitif - and 
tried to join in the general conversation. However, he couldn't keep 
from stealing surreptitious glances at Anne. Somehow she managed to 
subdue her beauty while in the office. Here she was radiantly flaunting 
it.

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After a few minutes the hostess approached and told them that their 
tables were ready. They all obediently followed as she led them over to 
a pair of tables set in a relatively quiet part of the restaurant.

Stan managed, in an uncharacteristic act of self-assertion, to get a 
seat at the same table as Anne. The others seated at the table were 
Percy and Rick. Rick was virtually Percy's second in command and 
normally would have been expecting to run a project of his own. It was 
he who'd made the 'gofer' comment that Stan had overheard a while 
ago.

By the time they'd settled into their main courses Stan had thoroughly 
relaxed into the evening. Percy was acting as host, telling stories 
about "When I was in General Instruments ... " that they'd heard 
before, but still the tales entertained. Stan was sitting opposite Percy, 
with Rick to his right. The two senior engineers eventually got into a 
discussion about who had said what during a visit to Hamburg 
recently, interrupting each other loudly and with much mirth.

Stan was paying little attention, for not only had he heard the stories 
before but there was the delightful and extremely distracting Anne to 
his left. He kept stealing looks at her, her beautiful blonde hair curling 
sweetly up around her face. Sometimes a lock of hair would fall across 
one eye. That drew his gaze to her eyes: intelligent, hazel, 
considering. He tried to look away before she caught him making eye 
contact, failed, and wrenched his gaze away and back to Rick and 
Percy for a while.

When he looked back at Anne she was sipping her drink, not looking at 
Stan, but with a slight smile on her face.

Her dress was a deep blue colour. Now that he was closer, Stan could 
see that there was a metallic thread woven into the fabric that gave it 
its sparkle. But from looking at the dress it was but a short step to 
looking at what lay between the top of the fabric and her chin. Again, 
Stan looked away, joining in the tale being told by Percy for a 
moment.

Stan couldn't think of a way to bring Anne into their conversation, but 
could see that she was paying no attention to the other two. At a 
complete loss, he leaned over to his left and blurted, "You look 
wonderful tonight."

She dimpled at the compliment. Stan couldn't stop himself, he 
continued, "That dress is a revelation - meant literally. You've 
revealed something of yourself, and I don't just mean those," he said, 
indicating Anne's breasts with an incline of his head. Stan didn't know 
what had just happened to him, he couldn't believe it was him saying 
this. He looked across for a moment to see if Percy and Rick had 
heard, but they were both off in their own world of reminiscence.

Anne joined Stan in a deep blush. She said quietly "Alex and Annika, 
my tiny twins. I gave them names when I was at school in 
Bournemouth. I was the only one who noticed them then, so I named 
them." She shook her head a little, pausing slightly before continuing,

"I was on such a high today, I wanted to celebrate a little. God, I've 
been tense for such a long time. I tried so hard to ensure that this 
damn thing would work, but there's always that little core of 
uncertainty. Then when it came back not working, I couldn't even see 
what I'd done wrong. When you came to me and told me about the 
bond wires, it was like I'd held my breath for ages and I could 
suddenly let it all out. All the tension went away!

"I don't often get all dressed up. I don't really want everyone at work 
to think I use my looks to get ahead there, nor do I want everyone 
drooling when they look at me, so I normally dress down a bit. But 
tonight I just felt so good!"

Stan glanced at the rest of the team at the other table.

"I'd say you'd counted the wrong number of crows."

Anne looked at him quizzically.

"Oh, come on. Didn't you learn the old counting crows thing when you 
were a kid?" When Anne didn't show any idea what he was talking 
about, Stan began to recite,

"One for sorrow, two for joy,
Three for a girl and four for a boy.
Five for sorrow, six for joy,
Seven for a secret never to be told."

"I don't think there were seven crows around tonight. You're secret's 
out!" he concluded with a grin.

Anne looked a little downcast for a moment. Then she looked at Stan 
and grinned.

"Oh dear. Should I wear a mask next week?" she said. Stan watched 
as she grew thoughtful again.

"Is there any more of that rhyme?"

"Um. Let's see if I remember," Stan said.

"Eight for a wish, nine for a kiss, 
ten for a time of joyous bliss."

"Why?" he asked.

"I want to know how many crows to look out for!"

The meal progressed. The menu at Apricots was excellent and Stan 
enjoyed the meal. He had the Chicken Supreme, which came with 
spinach, toasted pine nuts and cream cheese stuffing, wrapped in 
Parma ham. It was truly excellent. He noted that Anne had only eaten 
a small part of her vegetable gateaux. At his raised eyebrow she said,

"No, it's actually very good. But I won't be able to fit into dresses like 
this if I don't watch my diet a little, and I like puddings!"

"Ah, so another secret about the divine Anne comes out: she's got a 
sweet tooth!" he teased.

She looked at him from between the curls of her fine blonde hair. "And 
don't you ferget it!" she said in a mock western drawl. "Besides, have 
you had the desserts here? They're wonderful!"

The desserts came and went. Stan declined, Anne had an Apricot and 
Almond Tart, and enjoyed it with obvious relish and they were into 
coffee when Stan heard music begin.

He looked around and saw that a trio had set up, and were just 
checking the tuning of their instruments. "Bass, keyboards and 
trombone - we're in for some jazz tonight it seems," he said.

Percy spoke up, "Yes, they've been running some live jazz music here 
for a while. We were a bit early, I'm afraid, but then we were quite 
lucky to get tables at all."

By the time the liqueurs had been brought the band was well into a 
groove. Stan was torn between the desire to look at Anne, the 
obligation to sit in his chair facing the table, and the compulsion to 
turn his chair around to watch the band play.

Anne sipped at her fruit juice. She looked to her right, behind Stan.

"I wish I could do that you know, but I never learned. There were 
formal dances and such at Talbot Heath, where I went to school, but I 
avoided them because I was too busy studying."

Stan turned in his seat, holding his whisky glass. A couple was 
dancing, rather well, to the music.

"They're quite good I think. This is a pretty slow number, it's a foxtrot. 
I never thought you could do a formal dance like that to jazz music, 
but I suppose the tempo and rhythm fit."

Anne looked at him as if he'd come from Mars.

"Oh no. I'm no expert," Stan denied. "I've just had a couple of lessons. 
It's just that both lessons were learning to foxtrot."

"You're taking dance lessons?" Anne asked. Stan confirmed,

"Yes, it's at a place called YB Dance Studio. As I said, I've only had a 
couple of lessons at the beginner level, but I've enjoyed it." 

Without thinking he continued, "Why don't you come along and learn 
with me?"

The words were out of his mouth before he could pull them back. Stan 
felt himself flush. How had he managed to say that?

 Anne looked thoughtfully at the dancers for a moment. She said,

"I've often wondered why I never learned, really. I mean it wasn't a 
compulsory class, and I always felt there were more important things, 
academically, that I needed to learn. But now when I see people 
dancing, I mean dancing properly like that, I wish I'd made the time." 
Turning to look directly at Stan she said,

"So yes. You can take me to the dance school. But first you can tell me 
all about it and how come you're going. Right after I've been to the 
Ladies."

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