CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Larry and the interns manage to get through all the records, which are copied, the account numbers marked and traced. I ask Shahbaz to set up a meeting with Charles Wesley to discuss the accounts. Satterman balks until Tony threatens to bring the whole mess back to Wardman again.
We rise to the seventy-fifth floor in the Standard Oil Building, and I can feel the air pressure change as the fine wood veneer and etched steelwork whisks us skyward. The doors open to deposit us at STEW. We are greeted by the smiling face of a stunning blonde woman.
A few minutes later, we’re in an oak-paneled conference room, dominated by portraits of Thomas Fleers Stanhope and Lamar Thornton. As we wait, Tony tells me about the firm’s history. Stanhope’s face, a ruddy mitt of imperious d
