Cutie pie, said Barb when he first introduced them to each other at the company party. And that he was—a cutie pie. As cute and charismatic as they come. Women melted in his presence. Tall, well built, with this open and trustworthy face, confident and energetic, with that toothpaste commercial kind of smile … He could’ve had a great success as a model. But it wasn’t Chris’s charm power alone that attracted Summers’s attention when he was looking for his own right hand man. After all, there wasn’t a shortage of cutie pies to be found in the right circles in the company. And at least half of them were able to put on a nice show like the one Chris was running now. But most cutie pies lacked an invaluable asset that Chris had. Brains. Sharp, pragmatic brains not clogged by dogmas and respect for authorities.