intravenous antibiotics, and they’ve recommended she go on the organ transplant list.”
“I wasn’t aware…Anything the firm can do for you and your family?”
“Yes. That’s why I made the appointment. I want to transfer to governmental. I’ll finish my master’s degree in health care administration this spring. I enjoy research and policy. I’d prefer a career in public health.”
“How long have you been in industry?”
“Three and a half years. I was fifteen years with Mayhem, McKinley, and Cross, the last five in their health care department before Anderson bought the firm.
“You did your internship with Mercy Hospital Systems?”
“Correct, through the Academic Development Partnership.”
“Mercy’s been buying significant numbers of physician practices, and the transaction volume is accelerating.”
“True—ninety percent of my client billings are charged to Mercy.”
“Drummond, you’ve earned a solid reputation specializing in acquisition and integration of physician practices. I pulled your production stats. Year to date you’re at one hundred twenty-eight percent of your billable-hours target…Puts you among the top three managers on the West Coast. If you keep that up, you’ll make associate principal in a couple years. We’re in the third inning in the physician acquisition game. The demand for your area of expertise looks robust for the foreseeable future. Why give that up?”
“We all need to take a step back and look at the bigger picture. Scheming with hospitals and physicians to maximize profits when the US health system is on a ventilator strikes me as absurd. It reminds me of the realestate bubble, except it’s now health care. Guess I’m tired of living a lie.”
“Holier than thou—is that it?”
Drummond looked at McFarland and saw disdain on his face. His words didn’t come out the way he had rehearsed. He wanted to start over, but it was too late.
“I’m less familiar with governmental, but my understanding is the slots we have in public health are filled by PhDs. Many work part time as adjunct faculty doing research. Anderson handles this work out of the East Coast. There are very few positions West.”
McFarland interrupted their meeting to respond to an e-mail. He pounded out a response on the keyboard and then picked up the phone to yell instructions at his administrative assistant.
“I’m not trying to discourage you, but it’s a long shot unless you’re willing to relocate. I’m not sure a master’s degree is enough. If you do decide to submit a formal request and application through Career Development, please let me know. I’d hate to lose you. The firm needs skilled people in your area of expertise.”
9
T reasury Secretary John Sebastian was seated at the table in the family residence dining room. President Cannon strolled over to the fireplace and stood with his back against the crackling fire, warming himself.
“What’s for dinner?”
“Caesar salad, meat loaf, scalloped potatoes, green beans, fruit cocktail, and apple pie for dessert,” Sebastian said. President Cannon came to the table, and Sebastian said grace.
“This year’s theme of the G-20 Summit was ‘sovereign debt,’” Sebastian said. “My indoctrination as the new secretary was a bit chilly, and I’m not talking about the weather…The temperature never climbed above freezing the entire time I was in St. Petersburg.”
There was something comforting about sitting down to a quiet dinner of meat loaf and apple pie with the president of the United States in the White House residence. The fact that he and President Cannon would be billed for the meal made it even more satisfying. Sebastian opened a legal file to begin his briefing.
“I had two closed-door meetings with Deng Hongwei, China’s minister of finance. He indicated China has put us on a debt watch. For the United States to save face,China has graciously withheld this fact from other G-20