Chapter Twenty Nine

Neal Patchett tossed a report on the desk. “Read it.” he said. 

Dash hid his mounting fury as he crossed the room and then lifted the report to read. He did not sit down, but flipped through the pages while still standing. Outraged pride grew with each successive page and coalesced into lava like fury when he read the final page.

It was a recommendation by Neal Patchett to merge with Black Shipping’s number one competitor. If that were not bad enough, it was clear that while the other company would maintain their business identity, Black Shipping would cease to exist.

He tossed the report onto the gleaming surface of the walnut desk. “You are not trying to buy your daughter a husband, you are trying to blackmail one.” he said angrily. 

Neal shrugged broad shoulders, not even slightly stooped by his more than Sixty three years. “Call it what you like, but