Ohara smiles acidly. At least his fool of an aide has not yet used his name, 
not over an open telecom line. Ohara is careful about security, and demands no 
less from his subordinates, what with all the neoanarchists and other radicals 
yearning to work out their deep-seated psychological disturbances against the 
upper strata of the corporate hierarchy. His condominium here in the Platinum 
Manor Estates is registered to his corporate benefactor, rather than in his own 
name. He also employs a pair of elite Birnoth Comitatus executive protectors 
around the clock, plus other defenses as well.