Hello, Henry? Jessie? Somebody? Please! Dolly Hayes again. I’ve been calling and calling. Nobody calls back.
“Adam Rabb has rung up five times in the past two days. Arrogant twit. He talks like a man who thinks he’s done the world a favor by living in it. Which is no hair off my dog. But he’s given us a twenty-four-hour ultimatum. I told him I can’t reach you, Henry, but he says he’ll withdraw the offer if we don’t respond by ten tonight. Your time.
“It’s a sweet deal, Henry. If you truly want to sell your ass for a high price, here’s your chance. But if we don’t get it, you’ll have nobody to blame but yourself.”