He thought he had walked into the inner circle of power, but in reality, he was just standing on the rim of a volcano.
"Then... what do we do?"
Murphy's voice trembled. He instinctively loosened his tie, struggling to breathe.
"Haven't the bonds already been issued? What about the five hundred million US Dollars..."
"That five hundred million has already been spent!"
Leo said, his voice cold.
"It became workers' wages, it became the steel piled high in warehouses, and it became your votes!"
"Now, we need new money to plug this hole."
"We need real money. US Dollars printed by the Treasury Department."
Murphy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"What do you need me to do?"
He finally remembered his place.
Here, in a Washington restroom, he was still the partner who had to follow Leo's orders.
"I need money."
Leo held up two fingers.
"Not a few million. Petty cash like that won't save us."
"I need two billion US Dollars."
"A special federal appropriation."
