"What game are we playing tonight then?" Everyone laughed and looked at each other. "Same again?" said Andy? Amy moved a little uncomfortably. Not sur... if she would join in, I suggested good old fashioned truth or dare.Everyone agreed with the same rules as the night before. Once it got too much you had to go to bed. This was really only aimed at Amy of course. Anyway, the game started slowly, mainly with lots of truths, the usual kind of question: how many people had you slept with, ever had a. ”I pushed the manila folders around on the desk. By now, I know their contents by heart: Angelina’s research had led me right to this location.I raised my head. “Mr. Chairman, is it true that this company benefited financially from sub-prime mortgages before July 2007?”“Yes.” The tall, patrician man at the other end of the table responded. His voice sounded almost strangled.“And the board was aware that at least some of these mortgages were being sold to customers and financial institutions. We both hear the snap and crack as you break my wrist. You look at me and I can see your eyes, your cold grey eyes, the color of storm clouds, staring at me with pure hate, and absolutely no remorse for my family or my wrist. You stand and take a step back. I watch you, watch to see if you will do anything but you just stare at me, as if trying to see what I will do. So I try to crawl to my family, try to save them even though I know them to be dead. Crawling forward is hard, my wrist keeps. She clamped her mouth shut, thinking she would let him know when and then he would stop. Actually he was smiling to himself and allowing his fingers to see how far round they could go between her legs. The answer it seemed was now as far as they liked. After fifteen minutes he asked her to turn over again and she returned to her back, smiling. She was warm now.“Well?”“Sorry?” he asked“Well? Are you going to finish what you started?”“I don’t really know how, you mean rub you?”God, she thought,.