Chapter 9
Leibowitz Oil Building
Friday, January 22, 2010
9:30 a.m.
“Come in,” Sophia called, looking up from her iMac screen to see Edward at the door and listening to the music playing in her office.
“A waltz by Strauss. Perfect.” He literally waltzed into the room with a stack of papers in his hand, an enormous bouquet of dark red peonies and a huge grin on his face. “Congratulations! You’re a genius, and one hell of an executive. Gabriel would be proud.”
“What is this?” She smiled at him. “The contract for the university students?”
“No. The loan!” He threw himself in the armchair in front of her desk and put the bouquet on the other. “Exactly as you wanted it. Lower fees, a guaranty of a hundred percent, and almost no penalty clauses.” He grinned wickedly at her. “And the best p
