"Currently, it has Sage, whom I'm told you're familiar with, my wife, and myself. A small but select group. We'll maybe add one more beyond you, but I'm still assessing who can do what and get what from the rather serious chess game I'm in. I'm not looking for a direct confrontation with him. Though as things move along, there will likely be one. I know I personally can't handle Shaw on my own." He took another sip of his scotch. This was where he was gambling. Despite assurances by Sage and Stephanie, he wasn't sure the woman across from him would go for this idea.

"I don't want him dead. I want him toppled from the very high spire he's perched himself on. I want him alone, impoverished, and powerless. I need someone of your skills, class, and background to help me with that. Stephanie is aware because once Shaw Industries is wrested from his hands, it needs to go to better ones. To her hands."