Chapter Thirty-One
Everyone in the conference room was pissed. They just didn’t know who to be pissed at.
“I’m sick of this s**t,” Reggie said angrily. “I’m sick of lawyers and problems and crazy people in the woods.”
Reggie was especially furious because this dream of his seemed to be in serious jeopardy, and he didn’t understand enough about it to really know why so many horrible things had happened to his beloved vision for The Eno Club.
He thought about all the great golf that was likely to never happen, all the beautiful women that wouldn’t entertain him and his guests, all the corporate jets that would never land, all the memorable times that seemed to be careening toward disaster.
Then he thought about his money.
“Where’s our money?” Reggie loudly demanded of their host, the a
