call Jimmy Lee by the nickname J. L.
âOh, Iâm fine.â Laird frowned at Boâs cigarette. He was a health nut who ran five miles a day and didnât drink or smoke. âYouâre the one in the hot seat, Bo. When are you leaving?â
News traveled fast. âWhy do you ask, Counselor? What part of my life has my father promised you?â
âDonât be emotional, Bo.â Laird was only a year older than Bo, but he dispensed paternal advice to all three Hancock brothers with regularity. âThere is no place for emotion in business.â
Bo counted to ten quietly, refraining from his first-instinct response. Laird was a powerful man within the empire and Bo needed every ally he could get. âI like numbers, but I canât be purely analytical like you. I canât accept what my father did to me yesterday.â
âYouâll be back,â Laird said quietly.
Bo looked up at this small but encouraging comment. âYou think so?â
âYouâre too valuable. J. L. knows that.â
âThanks for saying so.â
âWhen are you leaving?â
âJesus, Counselor, Iââ
âJ. L. has asked me to make certain arrangements to facilitate your transition away from Connecticut. I simply want to know how long I have.â
Bo exhaled heavily. âI thought at first that it was going to be today,â he answered, watching the sunâs first rays glaze the lakeâs surface. âBut Iâve been given a oneâday reprieve. Meg and I have until tomorrow to leave.â
As Laird rose to go he dropped a copy of the
Daily News
on Boâs lap. âYouâll be interested to read about your exploits of the other night in the Society section on page fifty-two.â
Bo pushed the newspaper off his lap onto the ground. âSo nice of you to stop by, Counselor.â
Laird stopped when he reached the veranda door. âFor what itâs worth, Bo, I told J. L. I thought it was a bad idea to turn Warfield over to Frank Ramsey.â Laird sidestepped Dale Stephenson, who was coming out onto the veranda, then ducked inside.
âHi, Bo.â Dale Stephenson ran Warfield Capitalâs private equity operation and reported directly to Bo. The private equity group negotiated the purchase of significant stakes in large nonpublic companies and bought divisions of Fortune 1000 companies usually in partnership with those divisionsâ management teams. Over the last five years the private equity group had been one of Warfieldâs most successful entities, consistently selling its investments at five to ten times the initial purchase price.
Bo gestured for Stephenson to take the seat Laird had just vacated. âThanks for coming out on such short notice.â Bo had awakened Stephenson at his Short Hills, New Jersey, home with a 4:00 A.M. telephone call. âSorry for waking you up at such an ungodly hour.â
âNo problem.â Stephenson was accustomed to Boâs relentless work ethic. He assumed that Bo had identified another attractive investment opportunity for the private equity group. Boâs referral network was immense and he was constantly sourcing opportunities before other investment groups did. In the private equity world you had to move quickly because the other groups had their networks as well and would ultimately find what you had found. The trick to the business was striking a deal with the management team or the young Internet entrepreneur before the other people arrived. âGot another deal for us?â
Bo kicked at the early edition of the
Daily News.
âI wish.â
Stephenson heard Boâs dejection. âWhatâs wrong?â
âIâm going away for a while, Dale.â
âAway?â
Bo shut his eyes. âIâm âtaking a vacation,â as Jimmy Lee so eloquently put it. He and Paul have decided that Iâve become a liability to Paulâs