Chapter Seventeen
Lambeth sat in the anteroom of the president’s grandiose office, waiting his turn while the president finished a meeting.
In a moment, the door swung open and the president appeared, but no one stepped out to leave the meeting.
Lambeth was briefly confused, then saw the president’s flushed face and rumpled tie and knew that his prior commitment had evaporated through another exit.
Lambeth brushed past the president, who turned and shut the door behind them.
“Goddammit,” Lambeth said, “we’ve got to figure something out or these boys are gonna take a walk with their money.”
No kidding, thought the president. If this guy only knew there are two million reasons why I need this deal to close as soon as possible.
They stared at each other like men do when neither have a
