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glance. Sean nodded his agreement, pushed away from the table and stood up. He could feel Meyer staring at him and Sean wanted so badly to pull out his gun and ask the Jew what he was looking at. Sean bit down into his jaw to keep his cool. His ill feelings toward the white man wasn’t getting any better with the passing time.
    Fox led Sean and Meyer poolside to a beautiful, marble top outdoor table with several plush lounge chairs surrounding it. On the table was a small, shiny, mahogany cigar box with exclusive Cuban cigars inside and a bottle of single harvest 1858 Cognac Croizet, Cuvée Léonie cognac.
    â€œFox, I’m surprised you know about this cognac. It costs over $150,000 a bottle. You surprise me again, eh,” Meyer said, his eyebrows up in arches on his face. Sean sensed a hint of jealousy in the man’s comment.
    â€œWhy are you surprised? C’mon, if anyone knows class and taste it’s me, Meyer. You know that. We’ve been doing business long enough for you to figure it all out,” Fox replied. Sean could hear a hint of defensiveness and annoyance in Fox’s voice and knew that Fox had been offended by Meyer’s doubt of his knowledge of the finer things.
    Fox lit a cigar for himself and Meyer. He winked at Sean as if to say, you’re too young. Fox did pour a swallow of the exclusive cognac into three snifters for each of them.
    â€œIt’s not for sipping,” Fox told Sean as he handed him the little glass. Meyer threw his back immediately, Fox followed and Sean did as he saw them do.
    â€œNothing finer,” Meyer said, then he took a long drag of his Cuban and blew out a smoke ring.
    â€œListen, Fox, let me get to the point of this meeting. I don’t really have good news for you tonight,” Meyer started, his voice raspy like an elderly man’s.
    â€œWhat do you mean?” Fox asked incredulous. He put his cigar down in a crystal ashtray.
    â€œThe partners . . . they’ve found out that you are . . . you know . . . you are . . . black,” Meyer stumbled over his words like it was paining him to say them. “I tried to keep it away from them but they’ve found out . . . unfortunately,” Meyer lamented.
    â€œWhat the fuck that mean?” Fox retorted, moving to the edge of his chair with his jaw going square. Sean could tell Fox was growing more and more annoyed with his houseguest.
    â€œJust what I said. Although you bring in a lot of money to the business, I’m getting major heat for dealing with you. They think you blacks get into the business to buy sneakers, cars, big chains and play loud music from your cars . . . that’s it. They think eventually you will bring heat. They could never picture a black man living like you . . . like a real wealthy person. They can’t see pass their prejudices,” Meyer went on.
    â€œWell tell them it’s happening—a black man can and will live like a king, and will for generations. See him, he is like my son, he will learn to live like this too. Ain’t no hood rich shit going on over this way. You just tell them that,” Fox said defensively.
    â€œHey . . . I’m just letting you know. Now that it’s out you’re going to have some enemies if we keep doing business. I can’t afford to have these types of enemies. I mean, these are the types of guys you’ll never see coming . . . more dangerous than those that act like big bad mafia types. These are sneaky bastards,” Meyer replied, steepling his fingers in front of his face as if he was in deep thought.
    â€œDo I look worried? You haven’t made it until you have enemies,” Fox said like he had no cares in the world.
    â€œWell we should talk about next moves then,” Meyer said; he shot a quick glance in Sean’s direction. Fox took the signal.
    â€œAye, Sean. Go inside and see if Adina needs any help putting the stuff up. I know she’s pissed with me. Let