"Bring them over here," Shirley encouraged. "Changing the setting will bring up new ideas." Tom put down the phone and rubbed his hands together. We're getting there he thought.
Straightening his tie, Tom entered the law offices of Wilson & Halton. He had survived meetings like this one in his career, and it wasn't that long ago. Saying a quick prayer he walked up to the receptionist.
As he sat down at the table in the conference room, Tom studied Mr. Wilson and his assistant. "You asked for this meeting, Mr. Wilson, what would you like to discuss?"
"We are concerned by some photos that you included in your packet."
"Which photo concerns you, sir? There were several in the envelope."
"All of the photos concern me. I want the photos destroyed."
"That is beyond my power, Mr. Wilson. As I stated in the letter, these are copies of the originals. I do not have access to the originals. The copies were sent to me from an unidentified source."
"If you expect any co-operation from this office, you will identify the source and have the originals and files turned into me."
"Frankly, I don't need your co-operation. I will simply call the IRS and become a tax informant. At least I have the courage to tell you to your face what I intend to do. I know the photos will raise questions about Quest's use of cash donations, and how Quest has abused its fiscal responsibilities to the IRS. I know Mrs. Serino is the corporate officer who should be interrogated by the IRS and not her lawyers."
Picking up his papers Tom began closing his briefcase as if he intended to leave. Mr. Wilson held up his hand. "Why did you come here today?"
Tom looked him in the eye. "Tell Serino to back off and leave Whispering Palms alone. He's harassed us for over five years. If another letter comes from the county or state, I will personally go to the IRS and turn in these photos. And, I have no control over the photographer as to what he intends to do with the originals. That is your problem, but I guarantee what I will do with my copies if Serino continues down this path. Whispering Palms is my home and I intend to keep it that way. If he even speaks about us at his revival meeting on the 28th, I will be at the IRS on the 29th."
Locking his briefcase, Tom stood up and nodded to Mr. Wilson, "Good day, sir.
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