fucking mistake of her life. By the time the dust settled, he would have it all-the position, the money, the house and, goddamn it, the children, too. She'd see. He had handled the board, he had handled his brother, and he would handle her just as well. Only when the knock on his office door grew persistent did Frank notice it. 'Who is it, Annette? ' he asked through his intercom. 'Annette?'
There was no answer. Then he remembered having sent the woman home, and cursed himself for forgetting that his other secretary was on vacation.
'Come in, ' he called out. 'For crying out loud, stop that pounding and come in.'
Jason Mainwaring, wearing his customary beige plantation owner's suit, entered, carrying his briefcase. 'Little shy on office help, aren't we? ' he said, heading directly for Frank's liquor supply. 'You know me, Jason. Slice off the excess fat. Everything goes down to the bare bone.'
Mainwaring ran his fingertips over the glistening mahogany surface of Frank's desk. 'Yes, ' he drawled. 'I can see that philosophy at work all around me. 'I called Atlanta a while ago. Your secretary said she expected you back there tomorrow. You're welcome to use your house for a few more days if you want.'
'Thanks all the same, but I've been here about two years too long already. My replacement lined up?'
'Ready to cut. He's due here next Wednesday.'
Frank felt determined to keep his eagerness in check. He knew that Mainwaring wanted Serenyl at least as much as he wanted Mainwaring's million. If this was their last skirmish, he was damned if he was going to let the man leave with the upper hand. He crossed to his bookcase and poured himself a glass of tonic. Then he deliberately set aside Mainwaring's 'Greensleeves' tape, which he'd been listening to, and snapped on a Mantovani in its place. The surgeon flinched. 'Iverson,' he said, 'are you tryin' to bait me?'
'Hardly, Jason. I just thought that since this might be our last meeting together, I might see if I could change your opinion about Mantovani.
This album's called Roman Holiday. What do you think?'
'I think we should get this business of ours over with. That's what I think.' Irritably, the surgeon rose and shut off the tape. Frank unlocked a drawer of his desk and withdrew a thick envelope. 'Here it is, Jason, ' he said. 'Signed, sealed, and ready to be delivered.'
'Just as we had it drawn up?'
'You were there,'
'Well, then…' Mainwaring set his briefcase on his lap and opened it.
'Our chemists have approved Dr. Pearl's work, and my company has authorized payment to you of the sum we agreed upon.'
'That being? '
'That being the sum we agreed upon. Iverson, don't play games with me, or I swear, I'll be out that door.'
'In that case, Jason, you'll be out two years of your life as well.'
Frank was feeling glorious. It was the sort of scene he had watched his father play any number of times over the years. Now, there was a new Iverson pulling the strings-a new Iverson at the top of the heap.
Mainwaring hesitated, then flipped an envelope onto the desk. 'Barclay's Bank, Georgetown, Grand Cayman Islands, ' he said, somewhat wearily.
'They won't release the money to you until they hear from me. But if you have doubts about the account numbers, feel free to call them.'
'That won't be necessary, Jason. I trust you. Besides, I've arranged for my man at the Cayman National Bank to transfer the funds to accounts there as soon as he hears from me. So, if you'll just check over those papers, we can each make a call.'
'You are quite the most distasteful man I have ever had dealings with, Iverson.'
'Thank you, ' Frank said. 'From you, I'll take that as a compliment.
Now, if you'll be so kind.'
He slid the phone across to the surgeon, then sat back as calmly as he could manage and waited. When the calls were completed, he dropped Mainwaring's envelope in his drawer and watched as the surgeon tucked the bill of sale and the patent rights to Serenyl into his briefcase. A million dollars, Frank was thinking. Just like that-a million dollars.
'I hope this means we're about to see the last of one another,'
Mainwaring said. 'We'll miss you, Jason,' Frank replied with a straight face. 'We surely will.'
The surgeon stood and gave Frank's proffered hand an ichthyic shake.
Then he whirled and was gone. Frank walked to his bathroom, washed his face, and studied himself in the mirror. 'Funny, ' he said, straightening his tie and then winking at his reflection, 'you don't look like a millionaire.'
Judge, you're my father. I love you for that-for the things you've done for me… I would give up my life, if necessary, to protect you…
Lying on his stretcher, Judge Clayton Iverson watched the foliage flash past through the rear windows of the ambulance as he reflected on his son's words. They had passed through Conway five or ten minutes before, he guessed, so almost certainly they had split off from Route 16 and were heading southwest on 25, toward Moultonborough and the northern rim of Lake Winnipesaukee. Beside him, the paramedic, a woman with Orphan Annie hair and an eager, child's face, was carrying on a running conversation with the driver, pausing occasionally to check his pulse and blood pressure. It was all so painful, the Judge acknowledged, so confusing. One moment, he was on top of the world, the next he was speeding through town to confront his older son with the facts of his dishonesty and embezzlement, and with the reality that, once again, the man had been given every opportunity and had failed. And even more distressing, Frank's pertidy had, in effect, ripped control of the Ultramed-Davis 7' situation from the community board and handed it to Leigh Baron on a plate… Paralysis may be due to factors other than spinal cord dam age… Guilt, fear, grief Only you can fill in the blanks, Judge… There was no cause for guilt, the Judge reasoned desperately. Beau Robillard hadn't done one thing of value his entire life. Clayton Iverson had been elected Sterling Man of the Year six times. Six! Besides, if blame were to be placed, it should go to Frank, not to him. If it weren't for Frank, there would have been no accident.
If it weren't for Frank, there would have been no drinking, no lapse in concentration, no missed red light.,* Given the information I had to work with last night, if the same situation arose again, I would make the same choices… If it weren't for Frank, Zachary would never have been put in the position of having to make such a terrible decision. At least Zachary had had the guts to face him-to face him and to hold his ground. 'y hadn't he appreciated his younger son more before?
Explanations, but no excuses. That was the way of a real man. Frank always had excuses. Now, because of Frank, Ultramed would have control of Davis forever, and with that control, a stranglehold on Sterling that even Clayton Iverson would be unable to break. There was no sense lingering over the spilled milk that was Beau Robillard. That milk was soured to begin with. But the hospital was a different story. John Burris had told him that trying to attend the board meeting was out of the question, and in truth, he had wanted to get as far away from both of his sons as possible. But now… If only he weren't so damned helpless. If only he could move… 'Judge Iverson, ' the paramedic said. 'Yes, what is it?'
'Sir, you just crossed your legs.'
'What? ' Clayton Iverson looked down at his feet. They were, in fact, crossed — his left ankle resting on his right. Gingerly, he lifted the upper leg and set it down on the stretcher. Then he lifted the other.
His pulse began to pound. 'What time is it? ' he demanded. Eleven, sir.'
'Where are we? '
'Just outside of Moultonborough.' Tell the driver to turn around.'
'Excuse me?'
'Turn around, dammit. Turn around. I've got to get back to the hospital.'
'Sir, we can't-'
'Do you know who I am?… Well then, I said turn around. I don't have time to argue. I'm paying for this ambulance, and I swear, if you don't do as I say, there will be hell to pay for both of you!'
'But-'
'Now!'
'Y-Yes sir.'
