“Ah, yes. You certainly do. A reading of the will? Because you need to file the will into probate court, so you can get your hands on the money and use it to finance the Brunson IPO. All of it going down in the next few weeks. But the money is the key, isn’t it? Money which will go to Timon Thomason, so he can secretly buy up the stocks the moment they go on sale. And then you, he, Handler, whoever else, will manipulate the market to your advantage and come out richer than Croesus.”
Todd had left the entire room silenced. Angela looked confused. McSwain was trying to process it all, probably how it all related to the Conklin angle of this sordid tale. As for Colosseo Delvecchio, well, he just looked pissed as hell.
“How the f**k did you learn all that?”
Todd withdrew from the inside poc
