Walter had no intention of answering, but Adam waved him off—said I should get an education on what real money looked like.
Walter sneered. "Pruitt Corp brings in roughly ten million a month."
"Even a tenth of that is more than you'd earn in a lifetime."
Adam smiled thinly. "Impressive, Uncle Walter. Though Henson Corp edges you out—fifteen million."
I nodded. "Second question. Where do your major clients come from?"
"From what I understand, there aren't many domestic players left in your industry. Most have already been weeded out."
Walter glanced at Adam.
Adam caught his meaning instantly.
"The hell are you digging into, you worthless mutt?"
"Henson Corp has exclusive overseas client channels. Dragonrise Holdings brokered the introduction for us."
A faint smile crossed my face. "So that confirms it. Your only pipeline is that single foreign trade channel."
"I'm just curious—what happens to you if that pipeline dries up?"
Walter looked at me as though I'd told the funniest joke he'd ever heard.
"Who do you think you are—the CEO of Dragonrise?! You think you can just shut it down?!"
That was when Eunice Pruitt emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands, her expression dripping with contempt.