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was left to be said.

 
    In the board room on the top floor of the
PaLargio Hotel and Casino, Reno sat at the head of the table.   Sitting at his left and right were Lee Jones, his African-American general manager, and
Cheri Dallas, the tall, blonde, former manager at Caesar’s Palace and the
female he wanted as GM when the board approved Lee’s promotion.
    Reno listened and listened to the board’s
objections.   The board was majority older,
white, and male, with one black male and two white women, and there was
dissension in the ranks.   The majority
refused to approve Lee Jones and you could cut the tension with a knife.
    Finally, it was Reno’s time.   “I’ll make this short and sweet,” Reno
said.   “I’ve sat here and heard
everything you had to say.   I’ve heard
hours of what you had to say.   But now I
need to make myself crystal clear.   I
called this meeting to make certain that I fully hear your complaints and
hesitations, but it’s time for you to hear mine.   I want you to hear it directly from me and me
alone.   You say you don’t want Lee at the
helm because he doesn’t have the breadth of experience you would like, although
he has great experience here at the PaLargio, which is where it counts.   You say you don’t want Cheri because you
heard some rumor somewhere that I was fuck . . . that I have a sexual
relationship with her and that’ll make her bad for business.   Did I sum up your objections accurately?” he
asked his board.  
    When they all nodded, he continued.   “First of all,” he said, “I am not having an
affair with Cheri, sexual or otherwise.   She’s a fine woman, a beautiful woman, but I have a wife.   So there’s no earthly reason for her
nomination to be squashed.   Second of
all, since some of you have forgotten, I am the chairman of this board of
directors and I am still the owner of the PaLargio.   So when I say that I want Lee Jones to be my
new CEO, and that I am stepping down from the day to day operations of this
place, I mean what I say.   I didn’t say
it for you to debate the matter.   I
didn’t say it for you to criticize the matter.   I said it for you to approve the matter.   That’s the only answer to this question.   Lee Jones will be my new CEO and Cheri will replace Lee as my new GM.”
    Reno stood up, his muscular frame straining
the fabric of his smoky gray, double-breasted Italian silk suit.   The stressfulness of the day was beginning to
betray him.   “Now,” he said, “I will ask
the question again.”
    The board’s staunchest critics seemed ready to
object again.   Reno saw it.   “Before you answer the question, however, I
want to make it clear: if you still have problems with my selection as CEO then
you will be resigning tonight.   Because with or without you, Lee Jones will be the new CEO of the
PaLargio.”
    There was a pause as Reno could see a little
less fight in those who were ready to continue the fight.   “Now,” he said, “I put the question on the
table.   By a show of hands, I want to
know who is in favor of Leonard Jones becoming the new chief executive officer
of the PaLargio Hotel and Casino, and Cheri Dallas taking his place as GM?   Show of hands, ladies and gentlemen.”
    The first vote had been a split decision, with
the majority voting against Lee and Cheri.   That vote was cast in Reno’s absence, as he had assumed it to be a mere
formality.   But when he realized he had a
little mutiny on his hands, he left the other meetings that had him bogged down
in details and came to the board room.   Now, as he looked at his directors, every hand was in the air, affirming
the promotions.
    Reno wanted to clobber each and every one of
them. He couldn’t pick up his wife from the airport because of their
intransigence.   And just like that, with
the threat of stripping them of power the way they had wanted to strip Lee,
they were back on board.
    Reno, Lee, and Cheri left the