“Damn it, Dallas, idealism went out the window with the Carter administration. This is 1985. Don’t forget that even though we must project a clean, upright image to the public, we are bureaucrats. We do not trample on other bureaucrats’ egos to get the job done.”
The two became quiet again and Dallas moved back to his chair and sat down. He picked up the stack of papers on the right corner of his desk, straightened them out again, then put them back in the exact same place.
“So you want me to stop being so thorough?”
“No, all I want you to do is take it easy. Don’t push so hard when you don’t need to.”
“You mean, don’t push so hard when it might bother someone higher up.”
Fischer stood up, put his hands in his pockets and looked unemotionally at Dallas. “Just play it smart, Dallas. If you feel obligated to put something down that might piss someone off, let me know first.”
Fischer smiled and walked to the door. “See you at lunch?”
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