Cam chat. When dinner was over, we headed to the living room for drinks, and I poured us all strong scotches. “So, Mike,” I started, “Maybe now I can give you a better sense of how—“ He cut me off right there, “Brad, let’s cut to the chase.
You’re in trouble, and you need money yesterday. Right?” My silence was all the answer he needed. “I get that, and I sympathize.
But I made my money by buying cheap and selling high, so I need to get a lot for my investment. You need two hundred grand, correct?” I nodded.
Janet was silent, looking between the two of us. Cam chat.