CHAPTER TEN
Sid went to his office and closed the door to his inner room. He sat down and stared at the picture of his wife and kids on the desk. He had received a salary of five thousand dollars a week for years now and his life style was good. He had bought a home in Beverly Hills that had cost him a quarter of a million dollars. He had made a few investments, but mostly had spent his money on living. It took a lot of money to keep his home. He had spent many thousands of dollars throwing parties for business acquaintances and friends. He looked around him and shook his head slowly. Would they pick up his option? Usually by this time he would have been told one way or the other.
The telephone rang.
"Yes?" he asked, swinging around in the large swivel chair. "Of course, come right up,"
