“Samantha has wonderful taste.

Since I have you here in private, George, I want to run a quick business idea past you.”

He reached into his jacket and pulled out his travel mug, swirling the liquid inside constantly while he spoke.

“We are expanding the timber warehouse in Savannah,” Douglas said.

“A simple corporate guarantee from you would solve several minor cash-flow issues.”

I looked at the steel mug swirling in his hand.

“How much of a corporate guarantee?” I asked.