I made quiet and waited for him to make his play.
"Smart. Dr. Smart. I would like to employ you."
I wanted to continue the party, but Mr. Forester didn't seem to be in the mood anymore. I waited. He might change his mind. The good doctor sniffed at the acrid smell of stale cigarettes and booze and fidgeted while he awaited acknowledgement. He got tired of waiting before I did and cleared his throat and spoke.
"I believe a certain website, google, has linked me to some unsavory business..."
"I'm sorry, googol..."