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rates rise, they will not be able to afford the payments. I am not in the business of collections, are you?”
    Lowell’s stout frame shook as he laughed. “No, our borrowers do not appreciate our collection efforts, do they?” Lowell asked rhetorically. “My concern is for the American economy. The nation’s debt is unsustainable. Logically, as rates rise, the deficit will grow exponentially. This takes money out of the hands of businesses and squanders it down the drain of interest payments to Japan, China and others. A government that borrows a lot will have to pay the piper—or hope for some form of a reset.”
    “A day of reckoning is coming, Lawrence,” said Morgan. “Rest assured we will be well positioned when the time comes.” Morgan slapped his old friend on the back as Walter Cabot approached them. Cabot, heir to the Cabot shipping fortune, was a direct descendant of Captain John Cabot, a Revolutionary War hero.
    “I sense a conspiracy is brewing over here.” Cabot laughed as he shook hands with his fellow Boston Brahmin. “You two are either solving the world’s problems or creating a few—for someone else, of course.”
    “Walter, our astute friend Lawrence and I were simply envisioning a world without water,” said Morgan. “What would all those Cabot ships do if they were high and dry?”
    “Blasphemy, gentlemen,” replied Cabot. “We would simply turn them into high-dollar condos with great ocean-front potential!” The powerful men shared a laugh and a clink of the glass. Morgan knew their resources would always enable them to prosper—in good times and bad.
    “John, we love what you’ve done with the place,” said Cabot as he turned to survey the grand entry. Morgan’s home was a fifteen-thousand-square-foot, 1929 Georgian Revival manor located in the heart of prestigious Brookline. The nine-bedroom, fourteen-bath mansion was adorned with gold-leaf ceilings and intricate architectural millwork. After recent renovations, Morgan added a billiards room, a state-of-the-art home theater and even an elaborate tree house in the event Abigail rewarded him with grandchildren.
    Morgan thought often of Abigail and her lack of serious relationships in the past—except for Henry Sargent years ago. Morgan clearly discouraged the relationship with Sarge because of the plan he had for both of their lives. As his only child, Abigail had many shoes to fill. As the Sargent boys’ godfather, Morgan had a special bond with Henry and Steven, but he also needed them for important roles that Morgan knew were inevitable. With every passing week, Morgan knew the time was near for the Sargent brothers to prove their mettle. He had seen it coming for many decades.
    “Thank you, Walter,” said Morgan. “I must say the tree house in the woods is my favorite addition. Hopefully, I will be a grandfather someday. Abigail’s career takes precedence at this time.”
    “I’ve seen the polls,” said Lowell. “Her path to victory looks strong. I’ve also seen her rise to national prominence. She seems to be spending a lot of time with Senator Paul.” Morgan perceived Lowell was making a point about her association with the GOP frontrunner.
    “If you are referring to their marathon session on the Senate floor, I am aware,” said Morgan. “She and Senator Paul have shared this opinion of so-called governmental intrusion into people’s lives since they both ran for the Senate six years ago. Senator Paul may have been politically motivated by Friday’s grandstanding, but I believe Abigail was principled in her rhetoric. In any event, her actions have benefitted us tremendously, as you will soon learn.”
    One of Morgan’s butlers approached them without intruding. Morgan, acknowledging his presence, spoke first. “Yes, Robert.”
    “As you requested, sir. Abigail is here.”
    “Excuse me, gentlemen,” said Morgan as he went to find Abbie. She deserved an explanation about the mysterious change of events