"You're right, you did mention it," Morganfield said with a nod. "But your proposal only told me how much we'd have to spend. It never told me where the money would come from."
"That young man, on the other hand, told me he can get the money from Washington. And that he can handle those troublesome port Unions."
Morganfield spread his hands in a gesture of helplessness.
"Look, Martin. I'm a businessman. I have to answer to my shareholders and the tens of thousands of employees in my group."
"Right now, there's an opportunity on the table that could double the Group's profits over the next decade. For that, I have to make some compromises."
"The young man's condition was that I remain neutral in this primary."
Carter Wright felt like his lungs were about to explode.
"So you believed him? A wet-behind-the-ears kid? He can handle Washington? He can handle the Union? He's selling you a pipe dream! Douglas, have you gone senile?"
Morganfield's eyes instantly went cold.
