I need to go..." Bring your people inside, dammit. They'll be killed out there."Grigsby, more frustrated, continued, "You're not making sense. I have ...eople outside who will..." ... Be dead in a few minutes if they engage those mercenaries. Listen to me, Matt. You saved my life at the hospital, now I'm returning the favor. Please, please take my word on this. Bring your people inside and don't engage the mercenaries unless there is no other choice."In the blacked-out living room, Grigsby stood. Michael had the greatest parties. Everybody who was anybody went to them.Michael was a drug dealer. He'd been selling drugs since he was eighteen. He made friends with somebody who was in the mob. They gave him clients and he did quite well for himself. He gave his cut to the mob and the rest was his. He had several runners that ran the drugs for him.Life was great for many years. He had a few stints with the law and had to spend a few months in the can. He never had to do any serious time. Not. Kamp, please Ashley." The secretary buzzed the intercom, and spoke into it. "Mr. Kamp. Mrs Kerr to see you. Yes sir. I'll see her in." To Sharon. "Mr. Kerr is pleased to see you on such short notice. Come on in." Again the door was held for her, and Mr. Kamp was standing and offered her his hand to shake. She took his hand, politely, and he held a chair for her, seating her directly across a huge desk from him. "Thank You for coming so soon. I have a couple of things that we didn't cover the. With me liking her?" No, sweetie. I can't be mad over you liking someone. I am mad over how you cheated and lied to me, though. Which is why you're in the situation you're in now. But what I would like to know is, if you never knowingly dated a T-girl before, why did you want to go out with one - even after you knew?" Well, after Donna told me everything I tried to put her out of my mind - but I couldn't. I decided that since I didn't know much about...ah...T- girls, I figured maybe I should.