”He shrugged and sat back, “They were right. I have not been a good brother to them and they are hurt.”“True, and every time your father and I...have talked to you, we received the same disdain. You just never cared about anyone, including yourself.”“Oh, I realize that now. I’ve already reached that conclusion and decided to change. But I knew that standing up and announcing that I’ve changed would be met skeptically, if not with derision and dismissal. So I decided to just make the change and. They’ll know what it means.”Grinning back, Jeff said. “Very good sir, I’ll have it on the wires in 10 minutes. That’ll be .50 cents.”Dropping a Morgan on the counter, He said “Thanks, here’s a dollar for your trouble.”“Well, thank you, sir. A pleasure doing business with you.”As the stranger left, Jeff started checking the traffic. True to his word, the message was on the way within 10 minutes. Ten minutes after that, the Trooper in Wilkins that was learning Morse code from Stanley Justin was. In fact, she took it as a compliment whenever a set of eyes laid on her oh-so-voluptuous ass. Right before she got to the boss’ office, she saw a friendly face...“Ashley,” Christian said to Ashley.“Christian, what’s up?” Ashley replied, nonchalantly.“I’m sorry, but you might be in trouble. Remember that party we went to at the Kingstons?”“Yeah,” she said.“Yeah, my uncle is the boss here. He is a hard ass, as you know. He says fraternizing here is prohibited. When you know and I know...”He got. The man just kind of looked through me and continued on his way, eventually walking through the entrance of one of London's most luxurious hotels. My curiosity was aroused. A discreet inquiry and some cash got me the information I wanted. The man was unimportant but his employer was. Abdul Waahib Fawaz Mustafa was a big wig in Arab financial circles. I had met him once. The man I recognized was one of his bodyguards. I was anxious to do business with Mustafa but I was warned off by a good.