An image with urban scenery as its primary focusThe lawyer phoned me straight back. He earned too much from my retainer to ignore me for more than a few hours. “How can I help you, Mr Jethro?” he asked, his tone jovial. His open question added a level of safety not experienced with the receptionist at the police station. It gave me room to move, and the words tumbled free with more ease.
“Shortland Gallery.” I didn’t bother with niceties, grateful he didn’t expect them. “Instruct an agent to sell the thirty percent interest owned by the Dexarn Trust.”
“Ohkay.” A pen scratched on paper. “When?”
“Now.” I exhaled, relief causing my fingers and toes to tingle. “Value it at today’s equity. Give the majority shareholder the chance to buy us out but put a limit on the time he has to pull the m
