More precisely, he was one of six vice-presidents, and one of three that might conceivably - if the president died or retired soon enough - have been promoted to the top spot. Phil could not afford a rest. He worked six days a week, five of them until eight or nine at night, during a time when his own company had begun the four-day week for everyone but the executives. He did not divide his time with outside interests, unless, of course, you consider his monthly game of golf. To Phil, it was work. He always ate egg salad sandwiches at his desk. He was, of course, overweight and had high blood pressure.