Kane & Abel (1979) Read online

  Once the trial was over, William didn’t care if Rosnovski dumped his Interstate Airways stock or not. He was ready for him this time. But still nothing happened, and as the weeks passed, William began to lose interest in the Chicago Baron and to think only of Richard, who he now desperately wanted to see again. ‘Old age and fear of death allows for sudden changes of the heart’, he had once read.

  One morning in September, he told Kate he’d changed his mind. She didn’t question him; it was enough for her that William finally wanted to be reunited with his son.

  ‘I’ll call him immediately and invite them both to New York,’ she said, and was pleasantly surprised that the words them both didn’t cause her husband to fly into a temper.

  ‘Fine,’ said William quietly. ‘Please tell Richard that I want to see him again before I die.’

  ‘Don’t be silly, darling. The doctor said if you slow down you’ll live for another twenty years.’

  ‘I only want to complete my term as chairman and see Richard take my place. That will be quite enough. Why don’t you fly to the coast again and tell Richard how much I want to see - ‘ he hesitated before adding, ‘both of them.’

  ‘What do you mean, again?’ Kate asked nervously.

  William smiled. ‘I know you’ve been to San Francisco several times over the years, my darling. Whenever I’ve gone away on a business trip for more than a week, you’ve always used the excuse that you were visiting your mother. When she died last year, your excuses became increasingly improbable. You’re still as lovely as the day we first met, but I do believe that at fifty-four you’re unlikely to have taken a lover. So it wasn’t all that hard to work out you had been visiting Richard.’

  ‘Why didn’t you mention that you knew before?’

  ‘In my heart I was glad,’ said William. ‘I hated the thought of both of us losing contact with our only son. How is he?’

  ‘Both of them are well and you have a granddaughter now as well as a grandson.’

  ‘A granddaughter,’ William repeated.

  ‘Yes, she’s called Annabel,’ said Kate.

  And my grandson?’ said William.

  When Kate told him his name, he had to smile. It was only half a lie.

  ‘Good,’ said William. Well, let’s hope Richard isn’t as pigheaded as I am, and will agree to see me. Tell him I love him.’ He had once heard another man say that when he’d been told he was going to lose his son.

  Kate was happier than she had been in years. She called Richard later that evening to say she would be flying out to stay with them very soon, and that this time she would be the bearer of good news.

  When Kate flew back to New York three weeks later, she told William that Richard and Florentyna had agreed to visit them in the New Year. She was full of stories of how successful they were, how William’s grandson was the image of his grandfather, how beautiful their new granddaughter, Annabel, was, and how Richard was looking forward to coming back to New York to see his father, and to introduce him to his wife. William liked everything he heard about Florentyna. He had begun to fear that if Richard did not return home soon, he never would, and then the chairmanship of the bank would fall into Jake Thomas’s lap. William did not care to think about that. As William listened to her he found he was happy, and more at peace with himself than he had been for years.

  William returned to work the following Thursday, having made a good recovery from his second heart attack, now feeling he had something to live for.

  On his arrival at the bank he was greeted by the doorman who told him Jake Thomas was waiting to see him. William thanked the senior employee of the bank - the only person who had served Lester’s for more years than he had.

  ‘Nothing’s so important that it can’t wait, Harry,’ he replied.

  ‘No, sir.’

  William walked slowly along the corridor to the chairman’s office. When he opened his door, he found Jake Thomas sitting in his chair.

  ‘Have I been away that long?’ said William, laughing. Am I no longer chairman of the board?’

  ‘Of course you are,’ said Thomas, rising from the chairman’s seat. ‘Welcome back, William.’

  William had found it impossible to get used to the way the younger generation used first names so casually. He and Thomas had known each other only a few years, and the man couldn’t be a day over forty.

  ‘So what’s the problem?’ William asked.

  Abel Rosnovski,’ said Thomas, without expression.

  William felt sick in the pit of his stomach.

  ‘What does he want this time?’ he asked wearily. Won’t he even allow me to finish my days in peace?’

  ‘He intends to invoke Article Seven of the bank’s bylaws, and hold a proxy meeting with the sole purpose of removing you as chairman of the board.’

  ‘He can’t. He doesn’t have the necessary eight per cent, and the bank’s bylaws clearly state that the chairman must be informed immediately if any outside person comes into possession of eight per cent of the bank’s stock.’

  ‘He says he’ll have the other two per cent by close of business today.’

  ‘That’s impossible,’ said William. ‘I’ve kept a careful check on all the stock. No one would consider selling to Rosnovski. No one.’

  ‘What about Peter Parfitt?’

  William smiled triumphantly. ‘I purchased his stock a year ago through a third party.’

  Jake Thomas looked shocked, and neither of them spoke for some time.

  William realized for the first time just how much Thomas wanted to be the next chairman of Lester’s.

  ‘Well,’ said Thomas once he’d recovered, ‘the fact is that Rosnovski claims he’ll have eight per cent by close of business tonight, which would entitle him to elect three directors to the board and hold up any major policy decisions for at least three months - the very provisions you put into the articles of incorporation to protect your long-term position. He also intends to hold a press conference next Monday morning to outline his plans for the future of the bank. For good measure he’s threatening to make a reverse takeover bid for the company if he meets with any opposition. He’s made it clear there’s only one thing that will make him change his mind.’

  ‘What’s that?’ asked William.

  ‘That you submit your resignation as chairman.’

  ‘That’s blackmail!’ said William, nearly shouting.

  ‘Possibly. But if you haven’t resigned by noon next Monday, he intends to write to all shareholders demanding your resignation. And he’s already reserved space in forty newspapers and magazines.’

  ‘Has he gone mad?’ said William, taking a handkerchief from his breast pocket and mopping his brow.

  ‘That’s not all,’ Thomas continued. ‘He’s also demanding that no Kane replaces you on the board for the next ten years, and that your resignation should not give ill health or indeed any reason for your departure.’

  Thomas handed William a lengthy document bearing the Baron Group’s letterhead.

  ‘Mad,’ repeated William, once he had skimmed its contents.

  ‘Nevertheless, I’ve called a board meeting for ten o’clock tomorrow morning,’ said Thomas. ‘We can’t avoid discussing his demands any longer.’ Without another word, he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

  No one else interrupted William during the day. He sat alone at his desk trying to contact some of the non-executive directors, but he only managed to have a word with one or two of them, and quickly realized he could no longer be certain of their support, and that tomorrow’s meeting was going to be a close-run thing. He checked the list of shareholders, and was still confident that none of them would release their stock. He laughed to himself. Rosnovski would fall at the first hurdle.

  William went home early that afternoon and retired to his study to consider his tactics for defeating Abel Rosnovski for the last time. He didn’t go to bed until 3 a.m., by which time he knew exactly what he intended to do.