With a cigar in his mouth, James Dolan turned the swivel chair under him from the floor-to-ceiling window where he admired the New York street view, and looked at the door that had just opened.
"Long time no see, James." Blake Dolan walked in and did not choose to sit on the guest sofa on one side. Instead, he walked to James Dolan's table, skillfully cut the cigar with a cigar cutter, and used a cigarette lighter to
Cigar lit.
"Hey! That's my cigar! It's a gift that Congressman Stick brought back for me from Lexington!" James Dolan shouted, looking at the cigar exuding gray-blue smoke in his son's mouth.
On the other side, Katharina Pocher drove James Dolan’s assistant out, made a cup of coffee herself, brought it over, and said to Blake Dolan:
"Little Blake, how about a cup of coffee?"
"Thank you, Aunt Nancy." Black Dolan turned around and took the coffee and took a sip: "There is no powdered sugar, only a sugar cube, and you still remember it."
"Nancy, the last time I drank coffee brewed by you was back when the scandal between Clinton and Lewinsky happened. I mean, why don't you make me a cup?" James Dolan complained dissatisfiedly.
However, the two people opposite him obviously didn't pay attention to him. Blake Dolan held a coffee cup and asked Katharina Bochel: "Is that guy still the same? Trying to trick you into bed?"
Bocher's beautiful face, which already had some shallow lines, was full of smiles: "Of course, but his methods and excuses are still so bad, yes, he is so bad! He is almost fifty years old, and in half a century of life,
In my opinion, the only thing he deserves to show off is that he has an outstanding son. Look, my little Blake has become a handsome gentleman."
"Hey! I want to say! One is the vice president of msg! The other is my son! You two didn't want to embarrass me in front of me in my office at nine o'clock in the morning!" James Dolan's tone sounded
He looked ferocious, but his face showed an indifferent expression.
However, Bocher believed that if the two people standing here were not himself and Blake, he would have stuffed a cigar into his mouth long ago. James Dolan did not have a good temper.
So, Bocher hugged Blake Dolan again: "Little Blake, let's go have a drink together tonight, and go to that McSorley's wine shop you've always wanted to go to but never had the chance to go to."
"Okay, Aunt Nancy." Blake Dolan said with a smile.
Bocher turned to look at James Dolan, and put his delicate face almost on James Dolan's face: "Don't let me know that you scolded little Blake, otherwise you will suffer."
James Dolan made a frightened face and said, "Beautiful Miss Bocher, you are intimidating your boss."
"Would you like me to arrange for someone to send you the headhunting invitation letter in my mailbox? It weighs three kilograms. If I am willing, I may be able to change from your subordinate to your opponent in the afternoon." Katharina Bocher did.
With your best knowing expression, he walked out of the office on high heels. Of course, he didn't forget to kiss Blake Doran on the cheek.
When the door of the private office closed again, James Dolan stood up, walked to the indoor golf stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, picked a golf club, made a swing, and said:
"Okay, Captain America, tell me why you want to see me? I haven't seen you for seven years, I don't think you just came to have a cup of Nancy's coffee?"
Blake Dolan put the portfolio he had been holding on the table: "I have a friend who wants to come to the United States from Congo to seek political asylum."
James Dolan turned and glanced at his son: "For this kind of thing, you should go to the immigration authorities or agencies that provide asylum, not me. Does your friend want to come to Madison Square Garden to seek refuge? I'm just a businessman.
Moreover, as a father, I feel that I should not be so hasty in agreeing to the strange request of my son who suddenly returned after disappearing for seven years.”….
"Okay, how about I admit my mistake?" Blake Doran said after taking a sip of coffee.
"Admit a mistake?" James Dolan emphasized his tone, repeating what his son had just said: "Just admit a mistake? I can bear that you didn't go to Yale University, but where did you go? West Point? Damn psychology? Okay,
I endured it again, and what makes me even more excited is that you went to Afghanistan after graduation! The Dolan family has paid enough harsh taxes every year! There is no need for my son to go to the war front anymore! My son! My only son!”
James Dolan said almost growling.
"I admit that I am a little impulsive in this matter. I just don't want to be like Cream and Hallie, who graduates from college and enters the family business to get a salary for retirement. I just want to make my life more exciting..."
Black Dolan was silent for a while and said slowly.
"A little exciting? Seventeen people surrounded by two hundred Taliban thugs? Having their kneecaps shattered by bullets? This is what you want to be exciting! Do you know? When we learned that you were hit by a stray bullet on the front line, your grandfather, Charles
Lan almost had a heart attack and got a call from God! Nancy, who made your coffee, prayed in church all night! Your grandpa Larry even planned to hire Blackwater to snatch you back from the front! I know you got a congressional honor
Medal, got the Amethyst Medal, I have read those certificates of merit sent by the government, but what do they mean? For these two damn medals, my son’s knees were permanently damaged, and he can no longer even accompany me in the morning like he did when he was a child.
run!"
Black Dolan drank the slightly cold coffee in one gulp and said:
"I'm sorry, Dad, I made you worry. But I still want to..."
James Dolan felt that a lot of the resentment in his chest had dissipated, but he still waved his hand stubbornly:
"I said, you should go to the Immigration Bureau or something like this for this kind of thing. I am a businessman. Although I am very famous, the government will not give me the green light just because I am a well-known businessman."
Blake Dolan played with the cigar in his hand: "I don't need the government to come forward. I just need a phone call from someone in the Republican Party to call Congo. The Dolan family's annual political donations to the Republican Party can sometimes be rewarded.
Yes, this call is not an excessive request."
James Dolan put down his club and picked up the document on the table. He still didn't open it. He just looked at his son: "Without this document, wouldn't you have thought about compromising at all?"
Blake Doran said matter-of-factly: "Of course."
"I'm very curious about who can make you lower your head and admit your mistakes to me, your father who is so rotten in your heart." James Dolan said calmly.
"The comrade who knocked me down on the battlefield. Without him, in addition to receiving a certificate of commendation, you would also have a condolence letter from the government to remind you where to attend my funeral." Blake Dolan looked at James Dolan, calmly
