6
“Are you out of your mind?”
Tom Hopkins braced both fists on his hips, and glared across the wide expanse of Lucas’s elegant mahogany desk. “Do you have any idea how much money this kind of campaign will cost?
“Now don’t get me wrong,” he added, before Lucas could react. “It’s a good cause. An excellent cause! But something on this scale… Well, it’s huge!”
He’d known Lucas for nearly two decades, and had spent most of the last one as his executive vice president. They’d kicked around some pretty wild schemes before, late at night, over frothing cold beers at the club. Most of them had already been forgotten, with damned good reason, by the next morning.
He had a very uneasy feeling that this was one crazy plan Lucas didn’t intend to forget.
“Huge is exactly what we want.” PPI’s dig
