"What?"
"You and Asano-san stole the only thing I could have used to stop him.
The contents of that silver case. And then this operation. After I'd
tried to warn you both."
"Mori-san, could be we're all acting under certain misunderstandings
here today. For starters, buying up every American blue chip issue in
sight was not exactly our idea."
She stared at me for a second, disbelieving. "But that is precisely
what you are doing."
"Think again." I pointed toward Noda's office. "That's his game. Helped
along by that sharpshooter over at the console." I waved to Jim Bob,
who toasted us with his champagne glass, still too zonked on uppers to
comprehend the revised ground rules. "Maybe you'd like to run through
it with them."