Swinging her hips like a pendulum, she walked to the mini fridge. Bending over she
grabbed a bottle of water. The creak of leather could be heard behind her as the men
moved to get a better view. Straightening, she took a seat next to Lydia.
“Sorry I'm late folks,” William said popping into the room. “City council meeting ran
long. Harold, why do you insist on having our board meetings on council days?” William
removed his tweed jacket placing it on the back of the chair closest to him. He sat down
as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his blue dress shirt.
“Lydia, now that everyone is assembled, why don't you get us started?” Harold asked
giving her a nod.
“Yes sir,” she replied. She handed out the pens before grabbing the easel that stood
in the corner. Clipping a pie chart to it she proceeded to give a rundown of the
company’s profits, losses, and safety issues for the quarter. Once finished, she returned
to her seat. They talked for another half hour before adjourning the meeting.
Zack and Neil pounced on Harold as soon as the others had left.
“Harold,” Neil began sitting down on the edge of the table, “have you given any more
thought to selling?”
Standing in front of the windows, Harold faced the men shaking his head. “I've already
told you, this company is my life. I'm not ready to sell.”
“You need to start thinking about the future, Harold. You're two years away from social
security and you could retire now.” Zack pointed out. “The money that you're being
offered is enough for all of us to retire on.”
Harold placed his hands on the table. “I'm not selling.”
“We realize that you built this company, that you breathed life into it but there comes a
time when you have to let go.”
“Let's not forget that without my procurement abilities, you wouldn't have the
company you have today. What would happen to your profits if I stopped getting
contracts?” Zack asked with a palms up shrug.
“Are you threatening me?” Harold’s voice rose as his nostrils flared.
“No. No, nothing of the sort.” Zack replied with a laugh and a placating gesture. “I'm
just saying that without me, your bottom line would suffer.”
“That may be true,” Neil said before pointing to himself, “but I'm the one making sure
that all the foremans are keeping up with deadlines. I ensure everything runs smoothly.
Beamer Enterprises would be nothing without me.”
“Now wait a goddamn minute! I built this company, not either of you. You weren't
here when I laid its foundations. You weren't here when I had to stay long hours away
from my wife and kids, to keep things running smoothly and meet deadlines. You
weren't here when I ran Howard Matthews out of business and took his contracts. You
weren't here for any of that and you dare to pressure me?” Harold smashed his fist
against the table making Neil and Zack jump. “I won't have it. I'm not selling and there's
nothing the two of you can do about it. Partners.” He sneered.
“Time will tell.” Zack said as he headed for the door.
Neil watched him go. “Harold, I really think you should accept the offer. Zack's
already had to bail you out once. I don't think you want him to have to do it again.”
“I know. My life has been tied up in this company for almost as long as you've been
alive.” He ran a hand over his salt and pepper crew cut. “It's been my second wife and
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