Resumo de Path Of Deception - Mickey Josephson

SAY, I PRAYED TO MAHAMMAD, ABRAHAM, AND JESUS YESTERDAY.
WHAT DO YOU THINK HAPPENED?

Path

OF
Deception

by

Mickey Josephson

3

Gisela and Chris had stayed at a girlfriend?s house. Johnny apologized to her, made breakfast, threw out the garbage, did the shopping ? and their bed was hot again.
But the phone kept ringing ? he paid no attention to it, until one lazy Sunday morning.
?Who was that?? he snapped, coming back from church.
?Some telemarketer.?
?On Sunday??
The phone rang again; he picked it up quickly, ?Hello. . . . Hello. . . . hello. . . . ? He put the phone down and stared at her.
She ran up the stairs.
?Who was it??
?I don?t know,? the door slammed.

That night he slept in the living room and didn?t say goodbye before he left to meet Bellman?s client.
?I?m supposed to meet a Mr. Bellman here,? he
said to the receptionist, fumbling with his construction plans.
?Go through those doors into the conference room,? she said, ?they?re expecting you.?
The conference doors swung open.
?Johnny,? Bellman?s big torso leaned across a mahogany table, ?This is Mr. Kraemer.?
Kraemer, Johnny thought ? Kraemer?
?Sit down, please,? the dark, swarthy man said.
Mayor Smith and President Rothschild?s picture hung on the wall.
?So, you have a day care center leased to the
City,? he said.
?Yes,? he replied.
Vince Kraemer glanced at Bellman.
?So Johnny, he can help you.?
?Can he lend me two million dollars??
Johnny saw Kraemer?s bizarre expression and shut up. The intercom buzzed, the secretary said Kraemer?s Ishmalian partner was in the reception room. ?Oh, send him in,? Kraemer said, then shut the intercom, turned, and smiled at Johnny.
A short, squat man with a skullcap roosting on the back of his head ? the kind Arabs, Jews, and Christians wear ? entered. He gaped at Johnny and smiled at Kraemer. The intercom buzzed, announcing that Stevens, Klein, and Kilpatrick Investment Bankers were on the phone. Kraemer smiled at Johnny ? an all knowing smile, like the queen about to checkmate a king.
Johnny showed the Ishmalian his plans, illustrating its economy.
?What do you think,? Bellman asked, begging the question.
?Looks good to me, but I?ll have to study the plans further,? he replied, facetiously.
?He built skyscrapers in Ishmalia, Johnny,?
Bellman added.
What?s he doing here?
?Should we make Johnny a partner??
His adrenalin flowed; his bright green eyes shifted from one to another.
?Why not, Vince??
Kraemer nodded at the Ishmalian and smiled.
?Johnny, you?re a good man. It?s good to have you as a partner,? the Ishmalian said, getting up and leaving.
Kraemer tapped his fingers as the door closed ?
?So??
?I?ll have to talk this over with my counselor,? Johnny said.
?Mr. Kraemer is ready to make a deal, Johnny.?
Bellman rolled his eyes.
?I know.?
Kraemer angrily picked up the phone, as if to make a call.
?I?d rather borrow the money.?
?Johnny, it works out for us better if we have partners. For tax reasons, you understand,? he said, gently putting the phone down.
?So what?s your deal, Kraemer??
He swiveled his chair about, to face the New York City Municipal Building througth a window.
?Here?s the deal,? Johnny said.
? Kraemer was suddenly facing Johnny again tapping his fingers.
?But it?s subject to my lawyer looking over the contract.?
Kraemer?s eyes didn?t move.
?You guys give me one hundred thousand dollars, you construct the building and we?ll each own one-third interest. But I get the first twenty thousand dollars profit out each year. If you agree, I?ll set up a meeting with my lawyer.?
Cigar smoke circled Johnny?s head from Bellman?s cigar.
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