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The White Box

... each a hundred bucks if I can go now.” They all agreed instantly, even the man in Stan’s chair. “Shave and haircut, Stan. Don’t wash it and don’t style it. I’m in a terrible rush.” I sat back while Stan first clipped my beard short then shaved it with an old-fashioned straight razor, something few barbers use these days. It was a relief to feel and look clean again. “A crew cut would be the quickest, Mr. Bellamy.” “Good—just do it. I’m not kidding about the emergency.” I was done ten minutes later. Dropping $500 into Stan’s hand and a hundred into each of the five men’s I was out the door. “400 Bellamy Circle,” I told the driver, “the Bellamy Building.” My Omega watch said 1:17. I began to relax for the first time; we weren’t even five minutes away. I tipped the driver another hundred and walked to the revolving door. Security stopped me just inside. “Hold it, sir. You’ll need proper dress to enter this building.” “Glad to see you’re on the ball, Roger.” “Mr. Bellamy! I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t expecting you. Mrs. Bellamy told us you were terminally ill.” “Who else is on duty today, Roger?” “Elkins and Samuels, sir.” “Good, I assume the big meeting is in the Board Room?” “Yes, sir; they’re all here—the buyers and Mrs. Bellamy and their lawyers.” “Let me use your elevator card. Send Elkins and Samuels up to the Board Room. Tell them to be armed and they’ll need several pairs of handcuffs, too. Right away, please, Roger.” “Yes, sir.” He already had the radio in his hand as I ...

... stepped into the express elevator, inserting the computerized card and pressing “8.” I leaned back to take a deep breath. I stepped out less than a minute later, striding with purpose toward the Board Room at the end of the hall. The receptionist at the door was about to call out my name, but a finger to my lips silenced her. I listened at the door, hardly amazed at what I heard. “I assure you, gentlemen, that I have my husband’s power of attorney. Here’s the document; please review it and you can see his signature at the bottom. He is deathly ill and has asked me to sell the business before he dies.” There was silence for a few minutes while I waited for Security to reach the floor. I assumed that the lawyers were reading the so-called power of attorney. My hand on the knob, I pulled the heavy wooden door open as my men stepped off the elevator. “You’ll be a party to several felonies if you sign that sales agreement, gentlemen.” They looked up in shock, but no one in that room was more shocked than my wife. “You’ll be participants in a massive fraud and I’m sure there would be at least a dozen other charges, too. I neither wish to sell Bellamy Investments nor does my so-called spouse have my permission to sell. That document is a sham.” I turned to Elkins and spoke, “Handcuff her and take her down to the basement. Cuff her ankles and gag her if necessary. Lock her in one of the storerooms until I get there.” They moved quickly to Dana who was too shocked to flee. She was carried ...