"Jinx, huh?"  Valerie listened and smiled.  "I want a nickname like that."  She tilted her head and put her head upon her hand, her elbow upon her knee as she let the matter bounce around in her head.  No nicknames were forthright in coming, but perhaps someone would have a suggestion for her later.<br/><br/>For the most part, everything seemed to be going rather well, making her smile, until the mention came up of bankrupting the company.  "No."  Her jovial attitude shifted as rapidly to ire and indignation as that of a cat who just seems to have gotten tired of being petted.  "You want to destroy an entire corporation during a recession?  How many innocent people work there?  If we're going to Band up, I don't want a group that doesn't mind ruining the lives of, how many, tens of thousands of people just to get a few bad eggs?  Either we should find a good successor to leave the company running, or else rebuild things ourselves, rather than putting all those other people out of a job."<br/><br/>Sudden curiosity struck her and her hand snatched out, wanting to grab the letter that the man in the suit had been given so that she could read it in detail herself.