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.It was difficult.Fine wine and champagnewere served, lots of it.OldTroy wouldn't want them grieving, now would he? The older grandchildren drankmore than their parents.A TV set in the den was kept on CNN, and every half hour they would gather forthe latest announcement of Troy's dramatic death.A financial correspondentpieced together a ten-minute segment on the vastness of the Phelan fortune,and everyone smiled.Lillian kept a stiff upper lip and did a credible job of being the grievingwidow.Tomorrow she would work on the arrangements.Hark Gettys arrived around ten, and explained to the family that he had spokentoJosh Stafford.There would be no funeral, no service of any type; just anautopsy, a cremation, and a scattering of ashes.It was in writing, andStafford was prepared to do battle in court to protect his client's wishes.Lillian didn't give a damn what they did with Troy, nor did her children.Butthey had to protest and argue with Gettys.It just wasn't right to send himoff with no service.Libbigail even managed a small tear and a breaking voice. I wouldn't fight this, Gettys advised gravely. Mr.Phelan put it in writingjust before his death, and the courts will honor his wishes. They came around quickly.No sense wasting a lot of time and money on legalfees.No sense prolonging the grieving.Why make matters worse? Troy always got whathe wanted anyway.And they had learned the hard way not to tangle with JoshStafford. We will abide by his wishes, Lillian said, and the other four nodded sadlybehind their mother.There was no mention of the will and when they might actually see it, thoughthe question was just below the surface.Best to be properly grim for a fewmore hours, then they could get down to business.Since there would be nowake, no funeral or service, perhaps they might meet as early as tomorrow anddiscuss the estate. Why the autopsy? asked Rex. I have no idea, Gettys answered. Stafford said it was in writing, but evenhe is not sure. Gettys left and they drank some more.The guests stopped coming, so Lillianwent to bed.Libbigail and Mary Ross left with their families.TJ and Rex wentto the billiards room in the basement, where they locked the door and switchedPage 14 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlto whiskey.At midnight, they were slapping balls around the table, drunk assailors, celebrating their fabulous new wealth.AT 8 A.M., the day after the death of Mr.Phelan, Josh Stafford addressed theanxious directors of The Phelan Group.Two years earlier, Josh himself hadbeen placed on the board by Mr.Phelan, but it was not a role he enjoyed.For the past six years, The Phelan Group had operated quite profitably withoutmuch assistance from its founder.For some reason, probably depression, Troyhad lost interest13in the day-to-day managing of his empire.He became content to simply monitorthe markets and the earnings reports.The current CEO was Pat Solomon, a company man Troy had hired almost twentyyears earlier.He was as nervous as the other seven when Stafford entered theroom.There was ample cause for anxiety.Within the company's culture there was arich body of lore surrounding Troy's wives and his offspring.The vaguest hintthat the ownership of The Phelan Group might somehow fall into the hands ofthose people would terrorize any board.Josh began by stating Mr.Phelan's desires regarding burial. There will be nofuneral, he said somberly. Frankly, there is no way to pay your last respects. They absorbed this without comment.With the passing of a normal person, suchnon-arrangements would seem bizarre.But with Troy, it was difficult to besurprised. Who will own the company? Solomon asked. I can't say now, Stafford said, well aware of how evasive and unsatisfactoryhis answer was. Troy signed a will moments before he jumped, and heinstructed me to keep it private for a period of time.I cannot, under anycircumstances, divulge its contents.At least, not for now. When? Soon.But not now. So it's business as usual? Exactly.This board remains intact; everybody keeps his job.The company doestomorrow what it did last week. This sounded fine, but no one believed it.Ownership of the company was aboutto change hands [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.It was difficult.Fine wine and champagnewere served, lots of it.OldTroy wouldn't want them grieving, now would he? The older grandchildren drankmore than their parents.A TV set in the den was kept on CNN, and every half hour they would gather forthe latest announcement of Troy's dramatic death.A financial correspondentpieced together a ten-minute segment on the vastness of the Phelan fortune,and everyone smiled.Lillian kept a stiff upper lip and did a credible job of being the grievingwidow.Tomorrow she would work on the arrangements.Hark Gettys arrived around ten, and explained to the family that he had spokentoJosh Stafford.There would be no funeral, no service of any type; just anautopsy, a cremation, and a scattering of ashes.It was in writing, andStafford was prepared to do battle in court to protect his client's wishes.Lillian didn't give a damn what they did with Troy, nor did her children.Butthey had to protest and argue with Gettys.It just wasn't right to send himoff with no service.Libbigail even managed a small tear and a breaking voice. I wouldn't fight this, Gettys advised gravely. Mr.Phelan put it in writingjust before his death, and the courts will honor his wishes. They came around quickly.No sense wasting a lot of time and money on legalfees.No sense prolonging the grieving.Why make matters worse? Troy always got whathe wanted anyway.And they had learned the hard way not to tangle with JoshStafford. We will abide by his wishes, Lillian said, and the other four nodded sadlybehind their mother.There was no mention of the will and when they might actually see it, thoughthe question was just below the surface.Best to be properly grim for a fewmore hours, then they could get down to business.Since there would be nowake, no funeral or service, perhaps they might meet as early as tomorrow anddiscuss the estate. Why the autopsy? asked Rex. I have no idea, Gettys answered. Stafford said it was in writing, but evenhe is not sure. Gettys left and they drank some more.The guests stopped coming, so Lillianwent to bed.Libbigail and Mary Ross left with their families.TJ and Rex wentto the billiards room in the basement, where they locked the door and switchedPage 14 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlto whiskey.At midnight, they were slapping balls around the table, drunk assailors, celebrating their fabulous new wealth.AT 8 A.M., the day after the death of Mr.Phelan, Josh Stafford addressed theanxious directors of The Phelan Group.Two years earlier, Josh himself hadbeen placed on the board by Mr.Phelan, but it was not a role he enjoyed.For the past six years, The Phelan Group had operated quite profitably withoutmuch assistance from its founder.For some reason, probably depression, Troyhad lost interest13in the day-to-day managing of his empire.He became content to simply monitorthe markets and the earnings reports.The current CEO was Pat Solomon, a company man Troy had hired almost twentyyears earlier.He was as nervous as the other seven when Stafford entered theroom.There was ample cause for anxiety.Within the company's culture there was arich body of lore surrounding Troy's wives and his offspring.The vaguest hintthat the ownership of The Phelan Group might somehow fall into the hands ofthose people would terrorize any board.Josh began by stating Mr.Phelan's desires regarding burial. There will be nofuneral, he said somberly. Frankly, there is no way to pay your last respects. They absorbed this without comment.With the passing of a normal person, suchnon-arrangements would seem bizarre.But with Troy, it was difficult to besurprised. Who will own the company? Solomon asked. I can't say now, Stafford said, well aware of how evasive and unsatisfactoryhis answer was. Troy signed a will moments before he jumped, and heinstructed me to keep it private for a period of time.I cannot, under anycircumstances, divulge its contents.At least, not for now. When? Soon.But not now. So it's business as usual? Exactly.This board remains intact; everybody keeps his job.The company doestomorrow what it did last week. This sounded fine, but no one believed it.Ownership of the company was aboutto change hands [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]