by Bill Wickart
I advanced quickly. One remaining competitor, in poor cash position,
directors' meeting today. We meet in the restroom.
"Charles, you're history. No liquidity; I'll become chairman today."
"Perhaps. As of yesterday, I control your holding company." My blind spot.
"Jennifer emptied your desk, mister vice-president."
Washed up, I faced him. His hand extended.
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