Turkish proverb. - Chapter One - Two men leaned on the teak railing, looking out to the surf. A young messenger approached, in crisp khaki pants and blue military shirt. Sweat on his black face glistened. Winded and stiff, he cut in, “Please excuse this interruption.” John Clorice paused to fold his hands, not turning his head. “One of the coffee seed dryers has failed, Meneer Clorice. The other two are already running at capacity.” “Where is the foreman?” Clorice demanded. “He is at the facility ...” “Then I see no reason for your intrusion. The foreman has full authority to resolve this.” “But, Sir, you gave explicit instructions to contact you if anything threatened our shipment to Spain.” Clorice faced the messenger, eyes glaring. “Threatened? I’m sure the foreman would not risk his career over a simple machine problem.” Regret for asking showed on the young man’s face. “Yes Meneer.” In a flash, he was gone.
