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and damn near worthless paper. If there was a bad investment to be made, he made it. |
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"I know what you read. But it was me, Charlie, me. I did it. I'm the one who turned his mess around. Have you got any idea what I've been able to do with the miserable little charter he called Frazier Securities?" |
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Charlie had done his homework. He knew all too well. He knew a great deal more than he was willing to let on at that point. But the scene hadn't been played out yet, and there were still things to do. It was too soon to rush into the big climactic scene. |
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"No," he lied, "no, I don't." He was doing his best to sound like the contrite family member committed to correcting the wrongs of the past. |
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Theodore turned away from the window and glowered at him. For the first time, he thought he could see his brother not as he was when this all started, but for what he had become. The desire to tell Charlie that he didn't believe him was overwhelmed instead by the gnawing need to pay homage to his own successes. After all, Theodore reasoned, if you have accomplished something, if you have overcome adversity, why not? Is it not a victory to celebrate? |
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"Last month, Charlie, our asset base topped two billion dollars! Think about that, Charlie |
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