Everyone wanted Svensson on the staff, at the very least as a part-time contributor.
There followed a brief discussion about future direction and development plans; Berger was reelected as chair of the board for the coming year; and then the meeting was adjourned.
Eriksson had said not a word. She was content at the prospect that she and her colleagues would get a bonus of 25,000 kronor, more than a month's salary.
At the close of the board meeting, Berger called for a partners' meeting. Berger, Blomkvist, Malm, and Harriet Vanger remained while the others left the conference room. Berger declared the meeting open. "There is only one item on the agenda," she said. "Harriet, according to the agreement we made with Henrik, his part ownership was to last for two years. The agreement is about to expire. We have to decide what is going to happen with your - or rather, Henrik's - interest in Millennium."
"We all know that my uncle's investment was an impulsive gesture triggered by a most unusual situation," Harriet said. "That situation no longer exists. What do you propose?"
Malm squirmed with annoyance. He was the only one in the room who did not know what that "unusual situation" was. Blomkvist and Berger had to keep the story from him. Berger had told him only that it was a matter so personal involving Blomkvist that he would never under any circumstances discuss it. Malm was smart enough to realize that Blomkvist's silence had something to do with Hedestad and Harriet Vanger. He also knew that he didn't need all the details to be able to make a decision, and he had enough respect for Blomkvist not to make an issue of it.
"The three of us have discussed the matter and we have arrived at a decision," Berger said. She looked Harriet in the eye. "But before we explain our reasoning we would like to know what you think."
Harriet Vanger glanced at them in turn. Her gaze lingered on Blomkvist, but she could not read anything from their expressions.
"If you want to buy the family out it will cost around three million kronor plus interest. Can you afford to buy us out?" she asked mildly.
"Yes, we can," Blomkvist said with a smile.
He had been paid five million kronor by Henrik Vanger for the work he had done for the old industrial tycoon. Part of that work, ironically, had been to find out what had happened to Harriet, his niece.
"In that case, the decision is in your hands," Harriet said. "The agreement stipulates that you can cancel the Vanger shareholding as of today. I would never have written a contract as sloppy as the one Henrik signed."
"We can buy you out if we have to," Berger said. "But the real question is what you want to do. You're the CEO of a substantial industrial concern - two concerns, actually. Our annual budget might correspond to what you turn over during a coffee break. Why would you give your time to a business as marginal as Millennium?"
Harriet Vanger looked calmly at the chair of the board, saying nothing for a long moment. Then she turned to Blomkvist and replied:
"I've been the owner of something or other since the day I was born. And I spend my days running a corporation that has more intrigues than a four-hundred-page romance novel. When I first joined your board it was to fulfil obligations that I could not neglect. But you know what? During the past eighteen months I've realized that I'm having more fun on this board than on all the others put together."
Blomkvist absorbed this thoughtfully. Vanger now turned to Malm.
"The problems you face at Millennium are small and manageable. Naturally the company wants to operate at a profit - that's a given. But all of you have another goal - you want to achieve something."
She took a sip from her glass of water and fixed her eyes on Berger.
"Exactly what that something is remains a bit unclear to me. The objective is hazy. You aren't a political party or a special-interest group. You have no loyalties to consider except your own. But you pinpoint flaws in society, and you don't mind entering into battles with public figures. Often you want to change things and make a real difference. You all pretend to be cynics and nihilists, but it's your own morality that steers the magazine, and several times I've noticed that it's quite a special sort of morality. I don't know what to