Back at the
restaurant everyone nervously waited for Lee. They didn’t dare cut the cake
even though the children begged.
“A toast to investing
in Trump.” Archie, one of the richest investors raised his glass.
“Don’t let
it get to you. Take care of your family. I don’t smoke, but I made a fortune in
tobacco in the 1970’s. You don’t have to believe in something to make money
from it. The trick is to move on when it gets too hot. You don’t go down with
the ship if you plan right.” Archie explained to a fellow investor who was
upset by how the evening was going.
Lee arrived
and sullenly ate two slices of cake and three scoops of ice cream. He glared
Paul and left without saying good night.
“Milo, take me
to the airport now,” Paul held his sleepy son. Floyd rested his head on his
father’s shoulder.
“Take me
with you,” Milo begged.
“What?” Paul asked.
“He told me to poison you.” Milo exclaimed.
Milo and Paul left so fast they didn’t notice Lee eavesdropping. Only Floyd saw Lee’s seething face. He held onto his father with all his might.
Another of Lee’s men exited the men’s room. Lee yanked him close.
“See, Atticus, see how they run? I heard everything they said. Drive me home, Atticus,” Lee walked out of the restaurant.
“Yes sir,” Atticus quietly accepted the promotion.
***
~To Be Continued ~
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