“True.” Yeah, there was that again. She wasn’t good, but she was better than bad. “So we’re okay with the fact that we’ve massively helped her campaign?”
“I’m glad of it,” Meyer assured him. “We’re higher up the chain now and need the support and credibility.”
“I figured some of this was the case. I didn’t plan to help her popularity.”
“It was hard to avoid if she stayed alive. But keep in mind, this was a bad one. We’ve proven we can defeat anything the government has. Repercussions are not going to be good. Hide your money off planet in several accounts, Marlow. Well done, but we’re going to have to have some major discussions. I’d stay armed, and together, and ready to bug out in a second.”
He’d anticipated that. Jason had leads to several discreet banks. “Yeah, it doesn’t look good. What about the company?”
“We’ll be fine. I’ll offer what I can in support, if it comes to it.”
“Are we going to market ourselves as campaign promoters?”
Meyer said, “You joke, but I’ve had inquiries. Hunter, among them. He didn’t like my quote.”
“Hah. You’re going to need the money for the lawyers when the administration figures out it paid half the money for a debacle that supported their leading opponent.”
“That’s the beauty of it. If she wins, we don’t need to. If she loses, they don’t care.”
“In the meantime, I may drink the balance.”
Meyer reached over and opened the cabinet next to him.
“First round’s on me.” He pulled out a bottle of Welsh whisky.
“A gift from a friend,” he said.
Alex said, “I’ll call Aramis to send more. He’s on site now.”
