“You switched it!” he accused with sudden realization. “This isn’t the contract I handed you!”
“Nonsense,” Phule said. “That’s your signature on the last page, isn’t it?”
Huey barely glanced at the indicated page.
“It may be … More likely a forgery,” he spat. “Either that or you pulled the last page and attached it to a new contract. Don’t think you’re going to get away with this!”
“That’s an interesting accusation,” the commander said, unruffled. “Though I suspect it would be hard to prove in court. Of course, if you did try to take this to court, we’d be forced to make our tapes a part of the public record to defend the position that you were fired with cause. That might make it a little hard for you to find another position, since I doubt the media would let the story die until they had broadcast the footage several dozen times.”
The room seemed to reel around the manager as he had a sudden vision of his face and misdeeds being publicized stellarwide.
“You … you wouldn’t,” he said.
“We wouldn’t unless we felt it was necessary to protect our interests,” Phule corrected. “Personally I’d suggest you take the more salvageable alternative of a quiet dismissal. Then again, perhaps you can convince Mr. Gunther here to reinstate you. After the opening, of course.”
“Is … is there any chance of that?” Huey said, looking to the casino owner.
Gunther shrugged. “Maybe. But only if-how did you put that again, Willie?”
“Only if you succeeded in convincing Mr.. Rafael that your loyalties were now properly aligned,” the commander supplied.