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she’s doing. If we can provide an incentive to have her bow out of the project, that would be perfect. If not, then perhaps she will open up a door for us to encourage her to abandon. And if not that, then lean on her. But not until I give the order. Someone at The State Capitol is reporting to me and will try to sabotage her efforts there.
“Sir, we also have someone at her workplace that will be reporting to me as well,” Santo said.
“Is there any way that they would agree to move? If you had another cheap building that you didn’t want – would they want to move and then you would avoid the hassle,” Frederick said.
“All the money from their grant has gone into their own renovation and the lease. It also keeps the old geezers in the neighborhood that they were from. Our contact at The State Capitol has indicated that it would still be a public relation nightmare to force the issue. Not to mention that would indicate that I am willing to buy out instead of force-out. And that would be suicide for my reputation as a man who gets what he wants, how he wants it.”
“So for now, keep our eyes open?” confirmed Santo.
Nodding, Michael stood indicating that the meeting was over. “Remember, I don’t want her to know she’s being watched. Not until I give the order to move in.”
As the men left through his office door, his secretary stepped in. “Sir, if there is nothing more, I will say goodnight.”
Turning, he smiled. “That will be all, Eloise. Please kiss your children for me and tell them that we will have you over for dinner soon.”
His secretary beamed as she closed the door. Standing in front of his wall of windows, he looked out over the night skyline of the city. A smile crossed his face as he saw many of the buildings that he had made millions from renovating. The smile left his face as his eyes moved to the distance, on the other side of the river, knowing that a huge block of buildings were ripe for the picking if it was not for the old folks and their beautiful, meddling champion.
CHAPTER 5
T he afternoon was cold and Jennifer was about to meet Ross’ bus at the corner. An old man, in a worn coat, stood at the bottom of the stairs. Looking up at her, he asked, “Do you have any food here?”
Sighing deeply, she answered, “We’re not a homeless shelter. There’s one a few blocks over. I can show you where as soon as I meet the school bus.”
“Oh, I got a place to stay. I was just hungry, that’s all,” he said, keeping his eyes on her.
Looking at him with compassion, she added, “Okay. Go straight through the main hall into the kitchen. Tell the woman in there that Jennifer said to give you some food.”
The old man climbed the stairs as she came down. Stopping her with his hand on her arm, he thanked her.
Bestowing a smile on him, she nodded and then jogged down the street, trying to stay warm as she hurried to the bus stop. Oh, I hope I’m not late.
The bus stopped on the corner and out bounded a bundled-up child, jumping the last step onto the sidewalk, looking around.
“Ross, Ross,” she yelled, waving her arms. “I’m here.”
“Jennybenny!” the child yelled as he threw himself into her arms. “Sis, the field trip was so cool!”
Greeting her brother, she pulled the scarf off of her neck and wrapped it around his neck. “Where’s your scarf? And for that matter, where are your gloves?”
“I don’t know. I may have left them in the museum.”
“Ross, honey. You have to be more careful. Here put mine on,” she said calmly, pushing his hands into her knit gloves.
“I’m sorry, sis. I’ll get more with my allowance when we go to the dollar store,” he said.
“Oh that won’t be necessary. Just try to keep up with the next ones, okay buddy?” she smiled, kissing the top of his head. “Come on, tell me about the museum.”
The two walked back to their building, chatting and laughing, oblivious to anyone watching.
Sitting in one of
“Sir, we also have someone at her workplace that will be reporting to me as well,” Santo said.
“Is there any way that they would agree to move? If you had another cheap building that you didn’t want – would they want to move and then you would avoid the hassle,” Frederick said.
“All the money from their grant has gone into their own renovation and the lease. It also keeps the old geezers in the neighborhood that they were from. Our contact at The State Capitol has indicated that it would still be a public relation nightmare to force the issue. Not to mention that would indicate that I am willing to buy out instead of force-out. And that would be suicide for my reputation as a man who gets what he wants, how he wants it.”
“So for now, keep our eyes open?” confirmed Santo.
Nodding, Michael stood indicating that the meeting was over. “Remember, I don’t want her to know she’s being watched. Not until I give the order to move in.”
As the men left through his office door, his secretary stepped in. “Sir, if there is nothing more, I will say goodnight.”
Turning, he smiled. “That will be all, Eloise. Please kiss your children for me and tell them that we will have you over for dinner soon.”
His secretary beamed as she closed the door. Standing in front of his wall of windows, he looked out over the night skyline of the city. A smile crossed his face as he saw many of the buildings that he had made millions from renovating. The smile left his face as his eyes moved to the distance, on the other side of the river, knowing that a huge block of buildings were ripe for the picking if it was not for the old folks and their beautiful, meddling champion.
CHAPTER 5
T he afternoon was cold and Jennifer was about to meet Ross’ bus at the corner. An old man, in a worn coat, stood at the bottom of the stairs. Looking up at her, he asked, “Do you have any food here?”
Sighing deeply, she answered, “We’re not a homeless shelter. There’s one a few blocks over. I can show you where as soon as I meet the school bus.”
“Oh, I got a place to stay. I was just hungry, that’s all,” he said, keeping his eyes on her.
Looking at him with compassion, she added, “Okay. Go straight through the main hall into the kitchen. Tell the woman in there that Jennifer said to give you some food.”
The old man climbed the stairs as she came down. Stopping her with his hand on her arm, he thanked her.
Bestowing a smile on him, she nodded and then jogged down the street, trying to stay warm as she hurried to the bus stop. Oh, I hope I’m not late.
The bus stopped on the corner and out bounded a bundled-up child, jumping the last step onto the sidewalk, looking around.
“Ross, Ross,” she yelled, waving her arms. “I’m here.”
“Jennybenny!” the child yelled as he threw himself into her arms. “Sis, the field trip was so cool!”
Greeting her brother, she pulled the scarf off of her neck and wrapped it around his neck. “Where’s your scarf? And for that matter, where are your gloves?”
“I don’t know. I may have left them in the museum.”
“Ross, honey. You have to be more careful. Here put mine on,” she said calmly, pushing his hands into her knit gloves.
“I’m sorry, sis. I’ll get more with my allowance when we go to the dollar store,” he said.
“Oh that won’t be necessary. Just try to keep up with the next ones, okay buddy?” she smiled, kissing the top of his head. “Come on, tell me about the museum.”
The two walked back to their building, chatting and laughing, oblivious to anyone watching.
Sitting in one of
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