Si dismisses McClane as "a centrist boob." That sounds like a medical condition, the mammary equivalent of being a cyclops. Brooke chips in that McClane's heir apparent is Danny Minton, a name that piques Nikki's interest immediately. Other editors list his many attributes -- labor organizer, activist, Taurus with a penchant for diamonds -- while Nikki and Hildy exchange giggly, girly looks, because Danny is like soooo hot and wants Nikki to wear his letter jacket. Brooke explains that Minton is the former fisherman who negotiated the Fulton Fish Market price-fixing "thing" with the mob. After that little sentence, no one at the meeting is awake enough to clarify just what the "thing" was. Quoting the old story's headline, Si says, "'Cod peace.' He's a twit," although Nikki hears, "His codpiece...I'm atwitter," and fans herself with a stack of papers while looking moderately horny.
Nikki and Hildy grab a coffee together. Hildy wants to know if Nikki is going to the Bridge Café for a Danny Minton shindig, but Nikki says she's not bothering. "Why? Because he hasn't called?" Hildy asks. Nikki confesses that if she shows up, it'll look desperate, like she's chasing a guy who hasn't even picked up the phone to call her. Hildy convinces her that it's kosher for media figures to appear at press events, and that it's a good excuse to doll herself up and regale Minton with what he's missing. Wallace "Get" Benton appears and chirps that it's kismet, but Beekman screeches for an audience with him so Wallace has to leave. Nikki rolls her eyes at his back, then resolves to chase desperately the guy who hasn't picked up the phone to call her.