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 20
I
sat down in a chair next to a massive desk. James stood by
the door. His desk was littered with fading photographs of
people and horses.
"Now, why do you want to talk about Spectrum Pharmaceuticals?
Are you a shareholder?"
"No, but I have proof that Nick Arthur illegally obtained his shares of
Spectrum."
"What?" Lester tried to conceal his shock but he couldn't.
"You didn't know he had acquired them illegally?" I asked.
"Well, one hears many rumors." He hadn't known. No
wonder he was on the verge of losing his company. "Do you
want a drink?" he asked. His eyelids no longer
drooped. But his suit still did.
"No, thanks."
"I think I'll have one," he said. He took a bottle from a
bookcase that contained more bottles than books and poured some Black
Label into a fine crystal glass. His hands shook and the
bottle tinkled against the glass. He had the kind of look on
his face that someone gets when their horse is about to come in first.
"What are you going to do with this proof?" he asked.
"Use it to stop Nick Arthur's takeover."
"How?"
"Not how, but when."
"Then when?" he asked.
"This weekend."
"This weekend?"
"Yes, at Nick's hunting dog event."
"Why there?"
© 2008 David Biagini