Honour Among Thieves

Declaration of Independence for yourself.' Tony pressed a button underneath the table and the doors behind him swung open. The butler entered the room carrying two thin sheets of glass, a parchment held between them. He placed the glass frame on the centre of the table. The six sceptics leaned forward to study the masterpiece. It was several moments before anyone offered an opinion. 'Bill O'Reilly's work, would be my guess,' said Frank Piemonte, the lawyer, as he leaned over to admire the fine detail of the signatures below the text. 'He once offered to pay me in forged bills, and I would have accepted if I'd got him off.' Tony nodded, and after they had all spent a little more time studying the parchment, he said, 'So, allow me to reword my earlier statement. We are not so much planning to steal the Declaration of Independence as to replace the original with this copy.' A smile settled on the lips of two of the previously sceptical guests. 'You will now be aware,' said Tony, 'of the amount of preparation that has gone into this exercise so far, and, indeed, the expense my father and I have been put to. But the reason we have continued is because we feel the rewards if we are successful far outweigh the risk of being caught. If you will open the thin envelopes in front of you, I believe the contents will make my point more clearly. Inside each envelope you will find a piece of paper on which is written the sum of money you will receive if you decide to become a member of the executive team.' While the six men tore open the thinner of their two envelopes, Tony continued, 'If you feel, on discovering the amount involved, that the reward does not warrant the risk, now is the time to leave. I trust that those of us who remain may have confidence in your discretion because, as you will be only too aware, our lives will be in your hands.' 'And theirs in ours,' said the chairman, speaking for the first time. A ripple of nervous laughter broke out around the table as each of the six men eyed the unsigned cheque in front of him. 'That figure,' said Tony, 'is the payment you will receive should we fail. If we succeed, the amount will be tripled.' 'So will the jail sentence if we get caught,' said Bruno Morelli, speaking for the first time. 'Summing up, gentlemen,' said Cavalli, ignoring the comment, 'if you decide to join the executive team, you will receive ten per cent of that payment in advance when you leave tonight, and the remaining sum within seven days of the contract being completed. This would be paid into any bank of your choice in any country of your choosing. 'Before you make your decision, there's one further thing I'd like you all to see.' Once again Tony pressed a button under the table, and this time the doors opened at the far end of the room. The sight that greeted them caused two of the guests to immediately stand, one to gasp and the remaining three to simply stare in disbelief. 'Gentlemen, I am happy that you were able to join me today. I wanted to assure you all of my commitment to this project, and I hope you'll feel able to be part of the executive team. I'll have to leave you now, gentlemen,' said the man standing next to the chairman in the Ozark accent that had become so familiar to the American people during the past few months, 'so that you can study Mr Cavalli's proposition in greater detail. You can be confident that I'll do everything I can to help make the change this country needs. But for now, I have one or two pressing engagements. I feel sure you'll understand.' The actor smiled, and shook hands warmly with everyone around the table before strolling out of the boardroom. Spontaneous applause broke out after the door had closed behind him. Tony allowed himself a smile of satisfaction. 'Gentlemen, my father and I will now leave you for a few minutes to consider your decision.' The chairman and chief executive rose without another word and left the room. 'What do you think?' asked Tony as he poured his father a whisky and water from the cabinet in his study. 'A lot of water,' he replied. 'I have a feeling we may be in for a long night.' 'But did they buy it?' 'Can't be certain,' replied the old man. 'I was watching their faces while you were giving the presentation, and sure as hell, they didn't doubt the work you've put in. They were all impressed by the parchment and Lloyd Adams' performance, but other than Bruno and Frank they didn't give much away.' 'Let's start with Frank,' said Tony.