Zack was breathless. He felt his professional composure going out the window. He expected and was willing to accept an offer of low six figures. Instead, their first offer was high six figures. He hit the mother lode. "The offer seems a tab light," Zack managed to counter. Was I convincing?

Zack let out the breath he'd been holding since he walked out of the conference room. Blake is back! Zack smiled. He would soon receive an almost four hundred-thousand-dollar fee for an interview, a letter, two phone calls, and a meeting. "I love this job . . .

If Blake uncovers the truth, the Coalition and, perhaps the church, are finished." "Part two of this plan, then, is to make sure that never happens." "How do we accomplish that?" "By any means necessary.

He and others like him, if not stopped, will create a generation of faithless and trustless adults. We cannot let this happen to our children.

Can’t a lawyer take his client out to dinner to discuss the case? Haven’t you ever heard of the two-martini lunch?”“Yes, but this is dinner,” she corrected.“It’s the same thing. I looked it up in my Etiquette and Tax Deductionsfor Lawyers handbook . . .

We wait. This man has skills. You don’t build a multi-million-dollar practice by being an idiot. The fact he’s had some hard times does not mean we should underestimate him . . .

Let them make the first offer. It might be higher than what I'd propose. Don't be anxious. After all, this is only the most crucial moment of your so-called life.

Let me do the talking unless they ask you a direct question. Even then, wait to see if it’s a question I want you to answer. Take a deep breath, count to five. I’ll chime in before five seconds are up to save the day.”“Ah, my knight in shining armor.”“That’s me.”“I’m glad I didn’t fire you . . .

I don’t think Jake and Kenny Tracey wanted to get that acquainted with Father Gerry Bartholomew,” Zack quipped.