"Matt, what in hell are you doing?" Tam was pulling me back into the office.
"Stay cool. Swordsmanship is like Zen. You can't ever let your mind get attached to anything. Do that and you're stuck; your mind stays with the past and makes you neglect what lies ahead. So I figure the best thing to do here is to adjust to the new 'prevailing conditions.'" I glanced out at Jim Bob, now just beyond the door and absently humming some Waylon Jennings tune as he swayed solo.
"Well, I want to know what you're up to."
"Okay, here's the play. While you were setting up your sell-off scheme, I did some fiddling on my own. Remember back when we started out, I fast-talked Noda into giving me power of attorney? Well, it finally paid off. Last week I convened an instant shareholders' meeting for every company where DNI owns a majority of the stock and personally voted through a new set of resolutions."
"Mind filling me in on what they were?"
Before I could reply, Jim Bob came dancing in, licking his pale lips. "Walton, tell you what. Think I'm gonna go for it."
"What?" I looked up.
"That options play. Comes a time you gotta look out for yourself and fuck everybody."
"That's the kind of thinking made this country what it is today, Jim Bob. Right on."
"Fuckin' A, baby." He did a quick dance step. "Go for the gold."