Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Goes to the Dogs
by Tux Toledo
Page 9
"I
don't know. Maybe. It's a common car.
Why?"
"There's been one scouting your estate," I said.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Probably a real estate agent. They're always trying to get
me to sell this land. I usually run them off. I'm
not interested in selling. This place is perfect for
Concorde."
Nick led us into the Jenning Challenger. Al took the helm,
started the engine and we were off.
"You don't mind if I catch up on some work, do you?" Nick
asked. He pulled a stack of papers from a worn leather
satchel.
"No, not at all. Are you still working on the Spectrum
Pharmaceuticals deal?"
"Yes," he said with a trace of surprise. "Do you know much
about it?"
"Only what I read in the papers," I said. "Rather messy isn't
it?"
"They're always messy. This one is no different than the
others. In most cases you've got to replace bad management,
and bad management never wants to leave. Spectrum's CEO is
trying to save the company, but it's too late. I think I have
accumulated enough shares to win the fight. Besides, I'm
offering a much higher price for the stock than its market
value. Still, it's been a tough fight. Spectrum's
CEO is putting up a very bitter struggle because he doesn't have a
golden parachute."
"Golden parachute?"
© 2008 David Biagini