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...even that elasticity may be wearing thin. Other manufacturers, unencumbered by settlement costs or a $100-million-a-year P.R. budget, are challenging Big Tobacco with dozens of low-cost smokes, and black-market cigarettes (including the ones that major companies give away as marketing ploys) are on the rise. Were it not for the relatively hospitable air in Washington - John Ashcroft?s Justice Department is looking to dump the Clinton suit and George W. Bush declined to add another round of excise taxes - the long-predicted death of Big Tobacco (and the concurrent rise of Little Tobacco) might have...
Consider too what happens at downsized companies, where the resources are spread thin. At Lucent, a dizzying sequence of restructurings, layoffs and revised business strategies has reduced internal competition in favor of playing nice together. Before its fiscal year began last Oct. 1, notes Pam Kimmet of Lucent's HR department, the focus for salespeople was hitting their numbers by pushing their own products--a Lucent optical networking system, say, vs. data networking. Now the company needs to sell integrated systems that may include a little of each. So salesfolk have to join forces...
...Thin, dull yellow, wooden benches line the stuffy waiting room. Barred windows send blocks of light onto a once white linoleum floor. Although this is a hospital, it smells of neither sterilization fluid nor menthol rub, but of human sweat. Along a dim hallway, young women in all stages of pregnancy wait on more paint-chipped benches. A metal examination table, stirrups down and unused, lies to one side. There is no central air-conditioning...
...many times this week had he gone to see the dragon? Five? Six? Ten? Fitz had lost count. But he reckoned he went to the den almost every night and paid Ton, the scraggly opium dealer with a green-and-blue dragon tattooed on his thin upper arm, 50 per pipe to get him off. He lay there, watching the dragon coil and uncoil as Ton flexed his arms, working to heat the night-colored opium, mixing the paste with Mr. Headache powder and then rolling it between his palms into cylinders. He broke off pieces from the roll...