“We are not responsible for your business dealings, Mr. Bofa.”
“Then, you forced us to borrow money and repay it with interest, which we did. And early at that!”
Stony stares peered at him through dark glasses.
“Even when your own Francis and Frank Mack went belly-up, you kept looking for a scapegoat – me! Well, just look at us now! We are moving forward! Mel Herd turned out to be the best investment we have made in the past five years! OK, that Big Country is still a thorn in my side, but they totally lied to us! How could we have known that your own Mack family would have been involved so deeply in their dirty business? You are just as much to blame! And that Oscar C. Change needs to quit telling us what to do! He’s not my babysitter. I know how to run this business.”
The black-suited men looked at each other, then glared at Mr. Bofa. “Don’t think you are immune,” the taller one said. “Maybe the Macks were involved, maybe not. But you are responsible since everyone else is gone. We’ll see you in court.” They left the room as stiffly as they entered.
Mr. Bofa didn’t give an inch. He knew that the deep understanding of Mr. Ward Havital supported his decisions and he would continue the fight.
Meanwhile, Dow Jones, still haunted by the excesses of European beauty, Paris Brindisi, reeled at her latest spree. “She doesn’t work, and still expects to be able to buy what she pleases! This cannot go on.” Dow longed to support her, but how much longer could he hang on before she took him down, too. He wondered, and began to clench his teeth.
Meanwhile, at the playground, the Moms call the kids. "Come on, Dick and Jane! It's time to go to Chick-fil-a!"
And the saga continues…