Chapter 19
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84. The Price of Admission
Dycke Schneider called Harold Chase and said, "I got you two invitations to the wedding, but Jim Green made me pay heavily for them. He knows you, Harold; and how deep your pockets go. I hope you are sitting down, because they are going to cost you $5 million each. You get to sit close to the dais, and 10 minutes with Patty."
"Isn't he a sport? $1 million a minute for the privilege of talking to someone, my wife knows."
"If your wife knows her, why did you ask me to get you invitations?"
"I did not know about their relationship at the time. You will never guess how I found out about it."
"Okay, Harold, I will bite. How did you find out that Callie knew Patricia?"
"You are going to love this Dycke. Payne told me."
"Payne, how the hell did she know?"
"You have me buddy, all I know is that she was supposed to be descending into Rio, and she yelled it into my ear. I got a speeding ticket and a ticket for going through a stop sign on my way to the hospital to talk to Callie about it. When she told me she knew Patricia, how they met, and they went out to get drunk together, I fucked her on a hospital bed. Her bridesmaids came in and took pictures of us in the act. I have never seen Callie, turn so red in my life."
"Didn't they put it on the Internet? I'd like to see that."
"No, but they had been taunting her about those pictures ever since."
"Well, I guess I am out $10 million."
"Never happen big guy; I will transfer the money to you immediately. We will fly into New York on the Wednesday before the wedding, do some sightseeing, and drive up to Glens Falls that morning."
"Don't do that Harold. Stephano has made arrangements for everyone to fly in, and out by helicopter. It will avoid a traffic jam by his home. When you receive your invitations, all the information will be on it. All the hotel reservations have been made, if you wish to spend the evening, if not, the helicopter will take you back to the city."
"He sounds like a bright young man."
"His father ran the Manhattan Mafia for over 30 years. I guess he learned a thing or two about protocol and business. He just graduated from Penn with a 4.0 average, and he did not get it by bribing, or threatening his teachers. I had him checked out. For your information, the money was signed over to the Clark Atwater for president fund. It is not subject to the Election Commission restrictions, because he has not announced that he is running yet. When the press gets a hold of this, and the Democrats who want to run against him find out how large his war chest is, they will drop out immediately. The Republicans and their backers will shit a brick. He will have over $500 million from this one event. Then there is his nieces wedding in December. Most of us will be invited to that, also. There is no price of admission for that wedding. However, it would be a very nice touch to add to something to his war chest. The bride has already given him $10 million."
"Dycke, is there anything you do not know about?"
"How would I know about something I don't know about? I have people everywhere, telling me things about everything. I know the Chinese ambassador to Washington is having an affair with a member of the Secretary of State's staff. What he doesn't know is that she is a CIA mole. She tells him things that are going to happen weeks before they happen, but they are of no real consequence. He tells her things that are happening in the Central Committee that are priceless. It is a wonderful relationship. He is thinking about defecting, but she keeps telling him he cannot do that to his family. She cries crocodile tears when she tells him that they will kill every member of his extended family, including their children. She could not live with the thought that she was responsible for that. She is really good."
"Okay, Dycke, how do you know this?"
"She used to work for me. She was one of the people, who was with me, the day they tried to kidnap Payne and me. I still pay her because of that day."
"Dycke, you are a gem of a boss."
"Harold, can you beat the fifth-graders yet?"
"Get off my ass, Dycke."
"I am going to send a personal trainer out to you, and I guarantee you are not going to like her."
"Okay, I will get on that damned treadmill, and try harder."
"I will send you a disk of Mindy doing a light core exercise. I guarantee you, after you watch it; you will be on that treadmill for two hours a day, every day."
"Are you threatening me?"
"I would never threaten you my friend. I want you to live a great, happy, and long life. The operative word in this case is long. I want you and your programs to change the world. Now get off your ass, and get on that treadmill. If I send Mindy out there, you will rue the day you were born."
"Fuck you Dycke."
"I am going to put you on speaker for a moment."
Harold heard Dycke punch in a series of numbers, heard the phone ring, and heard a woman's voice answer.
"Mindy, Dycke, I will have an aircraft ready for you in four hours. I want you in Cottonwood, Arizona, to train a man until he is as fit as you have gotten me. His name is Harold Chase. Where he goes, you go. Make your usual arrangements, use the company credit card, I don't care if it takes six days or six years, I want him to live forever."
"You got it boss. How fat is he?"
"I would say 30 pounds overweight, and soft as a teddy bear."
"Okay boss, I love you. I will do it for free if you want. I love fat ones."
Harold yelled, "I am not fat."
"Mindy what would you call a man that cannot keep up with fifth-graders?"
"I guess I would call him fat and lazy."
"Did you hear that Harold? Not only did she say you are fat, but she said you are lazy also. You are going to love her. I can't even keep up with her."
"I got your message Dycke, loud and clear. I will be on the treadmill, two hours a day, every day. Call off your wolf."
"Harold, how tall are you, and what do you weigh now?"
"I am 5'11" tall, and 206 pounds."
Mindy screamed, "How much do you weigh?"
"Mindy, he said 206 pounds."
"Dycke, does he want to die of a heart attack?"
"Why do you think I'm talking to you Mindy?"
"Harold, this is Mindy, can you hear me?"
"Yes Mindy, I can hear you."
"I don't want to scare you, but even if you are large framed man, you are a minimum of 40 pounds overweight. You are a candidate for diabetes, high blood pressure, hardening of the arteries, and heart disease. How old are you?"
"I will be 38 shortly."
"Okay, you haven't killed yourself yet. Put yourself on a diet, and not a strict one. Lose 2 pounds a month, no more than that. In two years you will be down to where you belong. It is the safest way for you to lose the weight you need to without rebounding back up. You can do that by exercise alone, and if you add a little bit of restraint by eating properly, it will be very easy for you?"
"Mindy, is it really that easy to do?"
"I would not lie to you, Harold. If you were 100 pounds overweight, I would have had to be stricter with you. 2 pounds a month, 20 months equals 40 pounds. Then you go on maintenance with exercise alone."