Strong Opinions: a Susan Calvin story
Weems landed his helijet neatly, and congratulated himself on his early start. When he managed to get the coveted parking spot closest to the front gate of U.S. Robots, he always felt that the rest of the day would be a success too. He flashed his badge at the security guard, and took the fast pediwalk to his office. Now he would get half an hour to work undisturbed! But he had barely hung up his hat before the visiphone buzzed.
"I'm sorry, sir," said his secretary, "but it's a Mr. Plot-Device from Clunky Exposition Weekly
. He wants to interview you about your new project. Claims he has a press deadline."The rest of this review is in my book What Pooh Might Have Said to Dante and Other Futile Speculations