Smith never liked hearing what he couldn't do. And so he never liked having to ask advice from lawyers. He accepted the fact that lawyers were a necessity, much like health insurance or urination, neither of which were necessities for him in his present condition. SmithCorp employed the best lawyers in the country. The legal team was excellent at telling him what could and could not be done and also at advising him of the potential civil, criminal, and regulatory liabilities of various courses of action. But for those things which his team of experts would tell him couldn't (or shouldn't) be done, he always turned to Sammy Takahashi, if he could find him, or better yet, find him sober. Sammy's phone was on vibrate. He knew he wouldn't hear it where he was, so he turned it to "meeting" mode and put it in his breast pocket. It was three o'clock in the afternoon and Sammy was three sheets to the wind. There were only three girls on the board and they were taking turns pretending to dance for Sammy and the two or three other non-tipping regulars who hung out at the Moviestar Topless Bar and Lounge on weekday afternoons.
