“Fine, you have one week. If Mortimer abdicates, the company will not pass on to him.” Wolfenstein hit the desk with his fist and then turned to the man on his left.
“Can someone make a motion?”
“I motion to give Mr. Mortimer Ascariot one week and if he fails to appear at the next meeting, he will no longer be eligible to inherit the company,” the man across from John said.
“Seconded,” added another.
“All in favor?”
The room resounded in “ayes.”
Wolfenstein nodded in approval. “Parker, update me on the budget.”
John grinned with triumph. Everything was going according to plan.
***
The crop had come in splendidly. Jeb stood on the edge of the tobacco field and surveyed the miles of green. He had finished his second round of fertilization and he massaged the tired muscles in the
