“I still don’t see how it can …” Rafael began, but Phule cut him short.
“Here it is!” he declared, pointing to a spot in the document’s depths. “The `Late Payment’ section. According to this, if you fail to pay the loan off on time, you not only forfeit the right to buy back her shares, but she gets additional points of the enterprise up to-“
“Forty-nine percent,” the youth supplied. “I know. But even then it’s not controlling interest. I don’t know what you’re worried about, though. The loan isn’t due until a week after our grand opening, and that alone should generate enough money to pay her off.”
“Assuming there are no problems with the opening,” Phule growled, continuing to scan the document. “The trouble there is your casino manager’s on Maxine’s payroll, and he’s been staffing your tables with crooked dealers. I’m willing to bet that when you open your doors, they won’t be working to rake money in for the house-they’ll be passing it out!”
Gunther blinked. “Huey’s part of this?”
“That’s right. Where did you find him, anyway?”
“Well, Maxine recommended … Oh!”
“I see,” the Legionnaire said, shaking his head. “It all starts to fit together. And what kind of a deal do you have with him?”
“He actually is working fairly cheap,” the youth protested. “Barely minimum wage and-oh my God!”
“Don’t tell me, let me guess.” Phule sighed. ,”A salary and two percent of the Fat Chance. Right?”
Gunther nodded dumbly. “Maxine negotiated the deal for me.”
“I figured as much,” the commander said, tossing the contract back onto Rafael’s desk. “That’s where she’ll get the missing two percent to give her controlling interest. Huey will side with her on every vote … if she hasn’t had him sign it over completely.”