Okay, love. But for the time being, I’d work the gun angle single-o. If there really was an angle.“Take an AK-47. How do you anonymize it, Matt?�...�He was casually poaching six medium-sized eggs. I was in charge of pan-frying slices of salty country ham from Broadbent’s in rural Kentucky. I was also heating up sandwich biscuits and slicing extra-sharp cheddar. Who said I can’t multitask?Matt smiled across the kitchen at me, “Guns? You got off on the right floor.”I batted my eyes, “Few deserve such. You have all given an additional fifty million each to promote the business and create the cash for Mooney financial to grow and succeed, but not a billion.”Kurt spoke up and said, “It was only a half a billion and you didn’t appear to have struggled to reach that number,”“Okay, only a half a billion. That was obviously a way for the deceased partner to keep me from ever becoming a partner. He underestimated me and what my commissions and bonuses were, and felt that it would take me years to. He made his way into the kitchen and looked for another bottle of wine. While he was looking he saw a little movement out of the corner of his eye, but thankfully she was not getting out of the tub. Once he located the bottle, he filled a glass and took a swig for courage. "I brought you some more wine, Ms. Griswold," he said as he entered the patio. He had his glass in one hand and the bottle in the other. He was pleased to see his favorite bikini on her sexy body. It did not seem possible. Would you like coffee? We have some excellent Columbian.”“No, thank you,” he smiled.“To business, then.”He nodded gratefully. “If you don’t object. I understand you were attacked recently. Can you tell me a little of your last incident, so that I might have a better idea of your threat level?”“An RPG. Three Kalashnikov rounds. And a car bomb.”Emmanuel’s eyebrows rose fractionally. “To be clear, Mr. Hendrickson: we offer personal protection against bullets and edged weapons. Not acts of God.”I.