After he leaves, Edward turns to his son. “What do you think?”
“He’s spot on, Dad. If you had access to that land, it would cut your road-building costs in half and you’d be able to build the hotel complex much closer to the highway. If there were shops and stuff around it, it would pull all kinds of business into the City.”
“Yes, that’s just what I was thinking, Son. Just what I was thinking.” He turns, calling over his shoulder. “Linda, can you call Abe Goldman for me, please. I’d like you to set up a lunch meeting at his earliest convenience.”
“Yes, Mr Haswell.”
*****
“So, Edward,” says Abe Goldman, slicing into his minted lamb. “What can City Security Bank do for you today? Are you looking to raise finance on that development project of yours?”
“Not exactly, Abe. In fact, I was h
