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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 wasnât 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.
âFox, Iâm surprised you know about this cognac. It costs over $150,000 a bottle. You surprise me again, eh,â Meyer said, his eyebrows up in arches on his face. Sean sensed a hint of jealousy in the manâs comment.
âWhy are you surprised? Câmon, if anyone knows class and taste itâs me, Meyer. You know that. Weâve been doing business long enough for you to figure it all out,â Fox replied. Sean could hear a hint of defensiveness and annoyance in Foxâs voice and knew that Fox had been offended by Meyerâs doubt of his knowledge of the finer things.
Fox lit a cigar for himself and Meyer. He winked at Sean as if to say, youâre too young. Fox did pour a swallow of the exclusive cognac into three snifters for each of them.
âItâs not for sipping,â 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.
âNothing finer,â Meyer said, then he took a long drag of his Cuban and blew out a smoke ring.
âListen, Fox, let me get to the point of this meeting. I donât really have good news for you tonight,â Meyer started, his voice raspy like an elderly manâs.
âWhat do you mean?â Fox asked incredulous. He put his cigar down in a crystal ashtray.
âThe partners . . . theyâve found out that you are . . . you know . . . you are . . . black,â Meyer stumbled over his words like it was paining him to say them. âI tried to keep it away from them but theyâve found out . . . unfortunately,â Meyer lamented.
âWhat the fuck that mean?â 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.
âJust what I said. Although you bring in a lot of money to the business, Iâm 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 . . . thatâs it. They think eventually you will bring heat. They could never picture a black man living like you . . . like a real wealthy person. They canât see pass their prejudices,â Meyer went on.
âWell tell them itâs happeningâa 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. Ainât no hood rich shit going on over this way. You just tell them that,â Fox said defensively.
âHey . . . Iâm just letting you know. Now that itâs out youâre going to have some enemies if we keep doing business. I canât afford to have these types of enemies. I mean, these are the types of guys youâll never see coming . . . more dangerous than those that act like big bad mafia types. These are sneaky bastards,â Meyer replied, steepling his fingers in front of his face as if he was in deep thought.
âDo I look worried? You havenât made it until you have enemies,â Fox said like he had no cares in the world.
âWell we should talk about next moves then,â Meyer said; he shot a quick glance in Seanâs direction. Fox took the signal.
âAye, Sean. Go inside and see if Adina needs any help putting the stuff up. I know sheâs pissed with me. Let
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.
âFox, Iâm surprised you know about this cognac. It costs over $150,000 a bottle. You surprise me again, eh,â Meyer said, his eyebrows up in arches on his face. Sean sensed a hint of jealousy in the manâs comment.
âWhy are you surprised? Câmon, if anyone knows class and taste itâs me, Meyer. You know that. Weâve been doing business long enough for you to figure it all out,â Fox replied. Sean could hear a hint of defensiveness and annoyance in Foxâs voice and knew that Fox had been offended by Meyerâs doubt of his knowledge of the finer things.
Fox lit a cigar for himself and Meyer. He winked at Sean as if to say, youâre too young. Fox did pour a swallow of the exclusive cognac into three snifters for each of them.
âItâs not for sipping,â 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.
âNothing finer,â Meyer said, then he took a long drag of his Cuban and blew out a smoke ring.
âListen, Fox, let me get to the point of this meeting. I donât really have good news for you tonight,â Meyer started, his voice raspy like an elderly manâs.
âWhat do you mean?â Fox asked incredulous. He put his cigar down in a crystal ashtray.
âThe partners . . . theyâve found out that you are . . . you know . . . you are . . . black,â Meyer stumbled over his words like it was paining him to say them. âI tried to keep it away from them but theyâve found out . . . unfortunately,â Meyer lamented.
âWhat the fuck that mean?â 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.
âJust what I said. Although you bring in a lot of money to the business, Iâm 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 . . . thatâs it. They think eventually you will bring heat. They could never picture a black man living like you . . . like a real wealthy person. They canât see pass their prejudices,â Meyer went on.
âWell tell them itâs happeningâa 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. Ainât no hood rich shit going on over this way. You just tell them that,â Fox said defensively.
âHey . . . Iâm just letting you know. Now that itâs out youâre going to have some enemies if we keep doing business. I canât afford to have these types of enemies. I mean, these are the types of guys youâll never see coming . . . more dangerous than those that act like big bad mafia types. These are sneaky bastards,â Meyer replied, steepling his fingers in front of his face as if he was in deep thought.
âDo I look worried? You havenât made it until you have enemies,â Fox said like he had no cares in the world.
âWell we should talk about next moves then,â Meyer said; he shot a quick glance in Seanâs direction. Fox took the signal.
âAye, Sean. Go inside and see if Adina needs any help putting the stuff up. I know sheâs pissed with me. Let
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