SEVENTEEN
“Mr. Bode is here to see you.”
Jane’s voice rang clear through the intercom speaker on Ike’s desk.
“Send him in,” he instructed before turning to his friend he’d been chatting with. “I’d like you to stay for this next meeting.”
Henry nodded. “Sure. What is it about?”
“I’ll brief you in a minute,” Ike said as he stood up and walked around his desk.
Jane ushered in a smartly dressed man into his office.
“It’s good to see you, Mr. Bode.” Ike extended his hand and his guest grabbed it in a firm shake. “This is my friend, Henry Coker.”
Two men shook hands as he instructed Jane to bring refreshments. She stepped out.
He directed the men to the sofas. “We all need to sit comfortably for this meeting.”
The two nodded and took their seats just as Jane brought a tray of malt and
