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One more part to go before Revival!! As usual, read and review. Credit to chux4w for editing Andolini's dialogue. No credit to Belly because he did nothing on this one. Lazy git...
Hilds
Damn this is better than any daytime drama on tv. Is Andolini going to sell 4CW or is Eden getting wacked? I did like the KiD mention in there. He would like to burn 4CW down. Probably all of 4W as well.
a kid reference and the sky will Fresh Prince I think you might be getting all along withjust my juvenile obsession with 4 CW. I'm wondering what's selling forcws going to do for him or maybe I'd rather just see Eden whacked...
Once a man would spend a week patiently waiting if he missed a stage coach, but now he rages if he misses the first section of a revolving door.
Part 4
May 2013
Andolini enters his office, a mobile phone clamped tight to his ear
"You know me Jim, I don't have time for the extra crap. Just give me the offers."
He pauses for a few seconds as the person on the other end of the line speaks.
"No, check again. How can there still be no offers? I've already dropped the asking price to five hundred thousand, what more do they want? I paid four million, and that was only for my shares!"
Again the voice speaks as Andolini sits behind his desk and repositions his new laptop.
"They want to know what the catch is? There is no catch! Tell them the truth, that I'm selling the company so Eden can't take it from me! I want to sell for five hundred, so that after tax she gets nothing."
The voice speaks again as Andolini adjusts his grey tie with his free hand.
"I don't care. Call the first guy. Sly Wolf? Was that it? Right, Skywolf. That waster son in law of mine never shut up about how great he was. At least when he was around. Call him. Hell, call KiD. I'm sure he'd pay double what I'm asking just to burn the place down."
The voice again talks and a look of thunder crosses Andolini's face. After almost a minute the voice stops leaving Andolini sitting in silence. His face a mask of rage.
"He can't do that. Our heavyweight champion can't do that! What?! You're telling me they let Scharff - Jacob Scharff! - sign a contract that lets him sit at home and take my money? You let me sign up for this? Is this even legal? There can't be a precedent for this, no one would be stupid enough to-"
Andolini listens again, becoming more and more agitated.
"WCW? What the hell is that? Look, I don't care, just find me a buyer. I don't care who or how, but I want this company sold. If those...those ficas are going to sit at home and wait out their contract then fine, let them do it. That's why I'm practically giving this company away, so someone else can take the hit, right? This was your plan, make it happen! If you don't, we do things my way and Pinash whacks that bitch."
Andolini slams his mobile onto his oak desk, his teeth grinding, the veins in his forehead popping and throbbing. He looks around his office, seeing the mess around him for the first time and realising how far he has fallen in such a short space of time. Seeing the smashed picture frames which used to house photographs from his wedding day, the old laptop still sitting broken in the corner of the room, the leather recliner tipped on it's side. Was it really just a month ago? Has it really been such a short space of time from the happiest day of his life until now, where he sits at the very bottom of the barrel? He opens one of the drawers in his desk and retrieves a photograph of himself and Eden from their wedding day and a tear gently wells in the corner of his left eye, breaks free and runs down his cheek. By removing the picture from the draw he exposed the divorce papers that were sitting beneath the photo. He puts the wedding picture, face down, on his desk and pulls the divorce papers from his drawer and flicks through to the still unsigned final page.
"Not yet Eden. Not just yet."
TO BE CONTINUED