“I was told you called,” the voice on the other end of the line said.
“I called your office three hours ago. Is this how you treat one of your biggest investors?”
“I’m a little busy today, running the world’s largest producer of fiberglass.”
“You can’t be working that hard today,” the Mink said. “Your limp stock is only up a penny since the opening bell on about,” he glanced at one of the many monitors lining his control room, “thirty trades.” Contempt dripped from his lips.