CHAPTER THREE
Bob finished tying his tie and poured himself another martini from the pitcher he had prepared earlier. He had measured it out carefully to make certain that there were only two, remembering faithfully old Jordan's words about two being the absolute limit for a banker before dinner.
"Dims the mind, son," he had warned, "and a banker needs his brain working all the time. Never know when a deal is going to come up at one of these parties and you've got to be prepared to assess it on a moment's notice. At least the basics of it. Clients don't keep their faith in bankers that can't give 'em a snap judgment on something they should know about. Remember that, Bob, and you'll be taking over for me one of these days."
He knew he would have to have a couple more with the Burns befo
