“I mean, it’s very sad what happened, but that didn’t . . .” “Anton, I’m warning you . . .” “. . . that didn’t give you the right to . . .” “Goddammit, you little prick. Stop,” David roared in his ear. “What do you want from me? I’ve given you every fucking thing I’ve ever had. I’m about to give you the goddamn governorship of the fucking state on a silver platter. And you dare talk to me like this?”
