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a lot of consultants in the corporation where I recently worked. What’s your area of expertise? Engineering? Design? Management?"
    "Management."
    Sara nodded, familiar with the field. "Get tired of it?"
    "More than that. I got what is casually known as burned out."
    "I can understand that. I think that in a way that’s what happened to me. Uncle Lowell is right. It takes a certain type of personality to be really happy in corporate management. I guess neither you nor I is the type."
    A slight smile edged Adrian’s hard mouth. "Maybe we have more in common than you thought. We’re both in the process of changing careers and we both like Lowell Kincaid."
    Sara laughed. "Do you think we can keep each other company on a long drive given those two limited things in common?"
    "I think we’ll make it without boring or strangling each other."

    An hour and a half later Sara was inclined to agree with Adrian. The drive east of Seattle into the Cascades had passed with amazing swiftness. There had been stretches of silence, but the quiet times had not been uncomfortable. Adrian was the kind of man a woman didn’t feel she had to keep
    entertained with bright conversation. In fact, Sara was privately convinced that Adrian would be disgusted if he thought someone was deliberately trying to entertain him with meaningless chatter. It was rather a relief to feel so at ease with him in this area, she realized. Her early-morning tinglings of ambivalence faded as Adrian guided the car deeper into the forest-darkened mountains.
    When they did talk, the topics varied from the spectacular scenery to speculation on Lowell Kincaid’s whereabouts. In between they discussed Adrian’s fledgling career as a writer and the turning point Sara had reached in her own life.
    "Are you in a hurry to find a new job?" Adrian asked at one point.
    He had calmly assumed the role of driver and Sara had acquiesced primarily because she suspected he would be excellent behind the wheel. She was right. His natural coordination and skill made her feel comfortable at once. He had insisted on using his car and Sara couldn’t complain about that, either. The BMW hugged the curving highway with a mechanical grace and power. Normally Sara wasn’t
    particularly enthusiastic about being a passenger in a car being driven by someone whose driving techniques she didn’t know well.
    "I’ve got enough of a financial cushion that I can afford to take my time," she told him, her eyes on the majestic mountains that rose straight up from the edge of the highway. Small waterfalls spilled over outcroppings of granite. A crystal-clear stream followed the path of the highway on one side. Heavily timbered terrain stretched endlessly in front of the car. It was hard to believe such mountain grandeur lay so close to the heart of a cosmopolitan city. "But I’ll get restless if I sit around too long trying to make up my mind about what I really want to do with my life."
    "Any ideas?"
    "Well…" She hesitated realizing that she hadn’t discussed her tentative plans with anyone else, not even her family. "I’ve been thinking of going into your old line of work."
    Adrian’s bead came around in a sudden, unexpected movement. "My old line?"
    She nodded, smiling. "That probably seems odd to you, but to tell you the truth, I think I’d be a fairly good management consultant. I’d like the opportunity to be my own boss, though. I wouldn’t want to work for a firm of consultants. And I’d pick and choose my contracts. I know it sounds like a
    contradiction in terms, Adrian, but even though I don’t like working within an organization, I do have a flair for management techniques that work in an organization. It’s one of the reasons I hesitated so long about quitting my last job. I was good at it in a lot of ways."
    Adrian’s attention was back on the road ahead. "I don’t think it sounds like a contradiction. A lot of people can give objective advice about things they wouldn’t