" So you now tell me what to do?" Probed Gallagher, as he walked in rage across the busy street while Durban followed him.

" No boss. The taxes have been on a low these past months. We don't realize as much as we use to. Our journals are going down by the day. A hundred thousand would have done us good." Said Durban as he ran occasionally to keep on with the speed of his boss.

" And you think it's all about money? Are all things about money to you! Damn you Durban. I have pride and they are governed by my own rules. That ingrate thinks he...