I walk into the Chez Paris, a very fancy restaurant. The Hostess spots me and escorts me over to a table, where sits, Mr. Brown.I greet Mr. Brown and then I sit down opposite him.Mr. Brown says, "Jason, Perhaps you're wondering why I invited you to lunch."I look at the man and tell him, "It's just a wild guess, but it may have something to do with Wesley, Lana and a business contract."Mr. Brown appears to reset and then he ventures, "Lana is a very pretty girl."I reply, "Lana may be the prettiest girl in town, top ten in any case. When I walked into a place, with her on my arm, people would turn to look at her, they sure as hell weren't looking at an average guy like me."Mr. Brown then ventures, "You were attracted to her."I sigh, "I fell for Lana like a ton of bricks. I treated her like a lady and she seemed to fall for me. What she really fell for was my steady job, my professional pay check, my comprehensive medical plan, things like that. Also, a guy who only looks like me can't really make a play for every hot looking babe who comes his way."Mr. Brown then ventures, "Then along comes Wesley."I sigh and lecture, "Mr. Brown, I am the best computer programmer that I have ever met. In my childlike innocence, I assumed that my skill would mean that my employer would look out for me. As you have guessed, I'm not much of a politician. I'm however, good at analyzing systems. After a while, I could tell that Lana wasn't really interested in me and I was in the process of dumping her. I took her to a few gatherings, in the area where I live. I was getting no pussy from Lana and parting would be such a sweet relief, especially if I could snag a new lady, who wanted to snag pretty Lana's date."Mr. Brown then jumps in, "You then found out that Lana was going to go to Wesley.""I had heard that Wesley was going to take Lana and then take my job."Mr. Brown then pounces, "So, you took revenge."I sigh, "No, I took the Sunday paper and searched the job listings, to find out who was looking for a real-time computer programmer. In the process of my job search, I also talked with several people. One of the people that I talked to was another real-time programmer and he furnished me with a total failure real-time control core program, to see if I could make sense of it. I could and was about to report my findings, when Lana appeared at my door. Apparently, Lana had learned that I had a mysterious computer program. Probably it was actually Wesley who had learned of my program. In any case, I had to use the bathroom and, when I got back Lana, and the computer program had disappeared. I did report the theft, just for insurance purposes. The police may get back to me, some time this decade."Mr. Brown then jumps in, "So, you had some idea that your missing computer program might have wound up with Wesley."I lecture, "I had reported the theft. Beyond that, it would have all been conjecture."Mr. Brown then says, "Apparently, your missing program did indeed wind up with Wesley.""I couldn't say. I was then concentrating very hard on my job search. My skill level is well known, around town, so I was getting interviews. However, someone had apparently told people that I was some kind of whako, who couldn't work with other people. Actually, the someone was Wesley, but you know that, because of the lawsuit that I filed against Wesley."Mr. Brown sighs and says, "Yes, I know about what Wesley did."