respect and that’s good for you which means it’s good for me.”
Renfield grins. “Don’t be too early with your congratulations. There’s bound to be some fallout, but that guy was a real jerk and someone needed to teach him that eventually jerks have to pay the price for their behavior.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got attorneys and from the way I heard the story he insulted you as you were opening the bottle and you simply turned to respond. Then you were trying to get the champagne out of his hair because you felt really bad about it, because you know how tidy he is about his hair.” William states.
Renfield laughs, “I don’t think that’s going to fly, but I appreciate you considering it on my behalf.”
“Okay, let me be more direct with you. If you go down, your company goes down. If your company goes down, my stocks go down. If my stocks go down, I’ll be angry. When I get angry bad things happen to people who ignore what I am saying.” William turns and walks out of the door. Renfield walks calmly beside him. William never turns. He simply opens the glass door, and walks out. Renfield stands in the lobby as he watches William escorted into his limousine. As he drives off he never once glances back at Renfield. Adam turns and notices Ronald staring at him.
Renfield can already hear Ronald’s thoughts, but he is concentrating on William’s thoughts. He motions for Ronald to follow him back to his office. As Ronald enters and takes a seat, Renfield shuts the door. “Okay, sell him the company. I’ll relinquish enough shares equally so that you and the rest can argue that point on your own.” He walks to grab his jacket from another chair it’s flopped over and begins putting it on. He sees the look Ronald is giving him. A strange look. Renfield responds to the thought, “The paperwork is already filled out.” He points to his own desk. “I won’t be coming back in. The specification is that I keep the company name for my own reasons. It’s all in the paperwork. I’ve even included how to distribute the profits I make over certain accounts, monthly.”
“You’re quitting, Adam?” Ronald turns in his seat without standing as he watches Renfield walk out of the door.
Renfield turns as he pulls a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lights it. He grins at the sound of panic in Ronald’s eyes because it is more so over the fact that he is smoking in a public place than the fact that Renfield just quit the company he created. Renfield thinks to himself how ironic and yet predictable that illogical fact about Ronald is. “No, Ronald, I’m not quitting.”
Ronald begins to relax and he reaches for the paperwork on Renfield’s desk when he hears Renfield behind him add, “I already quit.” As he turns to continue his journey out of the confines of the office he says over his shoulder, “Also, it would be easier if you just walked around the desk and sat in your new seat.”
At first he can hear Ronald smile a bit. Then he hears the panic again as Ronald yells to him, “I don’t know how to do most of what you do! How can I run this?”
Renfield replies, “Figure it out and do it well. My bank accounts depend on it.” Renfield stops for a moment and turns to watch as Ronald stands and swats at the smoke as if it will go away like a gnat. Ronald walks around and sits in the chair behind the desk. Without taking time to enjoy his new position, he looks at the paperwork. Then he looks up at Renfield, “How did you get this many accounts in so many places?”
Renfield looks back at Ronald. “It takes time.” Then he walks down the hallway towards the lobby. As he opens one of the glass doors he thinks to himself, “I gotta get me a cool limousine and a driver!” He walks over to the parking garage nearby and hands the attendant his ticket.
The attendant notes the vehicle and says to Renfield,